Three Days Ago.
Luna was in the shady part of the market. She shouldn't have been there, but she was desperate. She wanted to buy a Good Luck Charm for Primrose's new business.
She stood in front of a rickety stall run by a twitchy Weasel-kin.
"Yes, yes, beautiful lady!" the Weasel hissed, holding up a dirty, grey rock tied to a string. "This is a Dragon-Scale Amulet! Guaranteed to ward off bad luck, bad spirits, and bad taxes! Only 50 gold coins!"
Luna hesitated. "It... it looks like a rock."
"It is a camouflaged dragon scale!" the Weasel insisted. "Very rare! Buy it now, or I sell it to the Duke!"
Luna bit her lip. She reached for her purse. She was too nice to say no.
Suddenly, a hand—an orange, furry hand with sharp claws—slammed onto the counter, right on top of the amulet.
"Fifty gold for a piece of gravel?" a lazy, raspy voice drawled. "Inflation is rough these days, eh, Weasel?"
