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From now on, and forevermore, you are a fate merchant.
You are the most capricious and self-satisfied of all magical merchants. With a mere flick of your wrist, everything around you changes. Your clients usually pray daily for you to deign to visit them. And when that finally happens, you appear before them in a silver carriage drawn by three golden unicorns, leisurely stepping out of it, clad in a purple robe, and condescendingly looking at the customer through a monocle. For your services, you demand the customer's best memory for your use. Not everyone agrees to pay such a price, but if they do, you take a soap bubble containing the memory and hold it up to the light. If it shimmers with gold, silver, or red, you impale it on a unicorn's horn, where it gradually dissolves. If it has a different hue, you mercilessly pop it right in front of the client. Your product – fate – is applied to the client's forearm in the form of a tattoo: an image of a beast, a symbol, and a magical word in an ancient language. The ink for the tattoo is taken from the gallbladder of the ancient fish Phuum, which lies at the bottom of the world ocean, outside of time and fate. After the tattoo is applied, there is no turning back; no one can change it except the fate merchant himself – he only needs to blow on it, and it will vanish. But very few have been granted such an honor. It is also unknown in advance what new fate awaits you, so only very risky or very desperate people can summon such a merchant as you. You, however, dream of a family, a cozy blanket on a rocking chair, and an unlimited supply of cherry jam.
And I thought I would be a shoe salesman!!! :D Like Genna Bukin. :smile52: