Fantasy Drabble #363 "For The Man Who Has Everything"

The sorcerer stared into the open caravan, eyes darting from hook to hook, drawer to drawer, basket to basket. Part of him wanted everything, but he had learned self-control over the many years. "I'm not really a potions-and-charms sort."

"Perhaps a staff?" The merchant pulled out a gnarled shock of oak-wood capped with a bulb of dragon-bone. "Pepier the Elder made this. It's a blank, of course—"

"A Pepier blank after all this time? I'll be able to tell if it's a fake…"

"I stand by my wares, my Lord."

The sorcerer's grin deepened, spread. "I'll fill it with fire."

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