The scene opened with Clone Number Three materializing in a cluttered workshop, its shelves lined with assorted magical gadgets and contraptions. The shop belonged to a scrappy tinkerer known locally as the "Grasshopper Merchant." Despite the moniker, the merchant was a jack-of-all-trades, renowned for his knack for producing unconventional magic tools.
"I need something for dealing with cold sensitivity," Clone Three announced without preamble.
The merchant scratched his head, clearly unimpressed. "Cold sensitivity? You're not the first to ask. I've already got stuff for that." He reached behind the counter and produced a pair of enchanted slippers and gloves. "These should do the trick."
The clone examined the items skeptically. "They're enchanted to feel warm, right? But doesn't prolonged use cause burns or skin irritation?"
The merchant froze mid-smirk, his expression turning serious. "Yeah, it does. Low-grade burns if you're not careful. How'd you know?"
