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Post by xmarauderxforeverx on Aug 6, 2007 15:46:26 GMT -5
The shopkeeper stood at the till, using the desk to hold himself up. The shopkeeper had a very withered aura to him, appearing as though the slightest wind would knock him straight down. He waited, though in all his years here never had he received a customer. Ask for a selection read the sign posted on the till.
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Post by deathlyhallows14 on Sept 29, 2007 20:40:54 GMT -5
"Hello" Said Deathly as she slowly walked in. She held her head high as she looked around." What kinda of Poisonous Candle's might you have in today?" she looked at the old withered shop keeper like she could read every thought in his old head.
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Post by xmarauderxforeverx on Sept 29, 2007 22:25:10 GMT -5
The shopkeeper smiled in a smooth, oily manner. "Why whatever type you want. Simply light the candle and the fumes can do many things. They can... seduce other occupants, put them to sleep. Many things." He answered, hoping the customer would buy something. Honestly? He needed the cash.
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