What’s up with the mysterious junk collector- What was he selling?
I met with Talbert Scraplin the other day, Tuesday, August 9th.
I couldn’t get over the business cards the man handed me. They were worn, almost as if he had them done years ago.
I was concerned with the capture jar that he had brought into the shop and decided to check out what he was up to. The man seemed to be a struggling retired businessman looking for something to do. Although, I disagree with stealing things from a worksite to sell. I was concerned that maybe we had another sorcerer on our hands. The problem was, would we be as successful in subduing them as we did with Terrell?
Truthfully, I’m in no rush to go up against magic again any time soon. So although it was satisfying and relieving seeing the small fairy ring, Roween gave me protection against sorcery.
I still can’t believe magic is real. Not sure I’ll fully accept that. But I am finding it strange that I have accepted it so far.
There was something strange at the place where Terrell’s home was. The lot was now almost entirely overgrown, and those peculiar rocks seemed out of place. I still don’t know why my ring alerted me not to step on the land. Something is going on, but is it really our concern?
Another unusual happening was the flea market. One minute Talbert’s table was full, then next it wasn’t, and the man in the long overcoat, something seemed off to me about him. I wish I had a better look at him. I had chills as though being watched by that bird there as well.
I don’t know if it’s a concern, but I’m more worried about the store. We made rent again, but the writing jobs are now far and fewer. I’m going to have to look for work in town if nothing comes up soon.
I just had a thought, those guys with the dark glasses, they seemed to be working for the township, I think. But what was the purpose of those dark sunglasses they were wearing?
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