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Chapter Twenty

  Wherein Drimblerod Tends to Customers

  Until the Sign is Ready.

  Kind Of.

  Drimblerod tended to customers throughout the rest of the morning. I wonder how long we can run that Sale sign he thought as another customer entered the store.

  “What’s on sale?” Said the Half-Elf, “I’m looking for a bargain.”

  “A bargain what?” Asked Drimblerod flatly.

  The Half-Elf thought for a moment, “I’m looking for a bargain, please?” He offered.

  Drimblerod frowned. “No. That’s not what I meant. What kind of bargain wand are you looking for?”

  “A cheap one?” Suggested the Half-Elf.

  Drimblerod moved from around the counter testily. “Well, we have some cheap wands, some really cheap wands, and some really really cheap wands.” He was pointing at various racks in the store. “But these here are the supreme bargain cheap wands” he said has he picked up an Incinerator Wand.”

  “Wow!” That’s exactly what I am looking for!” The Half-Elf exclaimed as he took the wand in his hand. “What’s it cost?”

  “It’s the cheapest in the whole shop. We’re practically giving those things away,” teased Drimblerod.

  Giddily, the Half-Elf raised the wand over his head. “I’ll take it!”

  “It’s merely one little gold coin.” Drimblerod said with a straight face. “It’s a before-lunch sale.” He added a wink for good measure.

  “Sounds great!” My wife will be so happy. She says I never make a good deal. This will show her.” He raised the wand again over his head and it flared a small blue flame. “Oooh! It works too!”

  “I’m just curious, friend,” began Drimblerod, “Do you by any chance have a Gnome as a relation?”

  “Not as far as I know” he answered, “Why?”

  “You remind me of a Gnome I know. Another... bargain hunter,” explained Drimblerod as he quickly pocketed the gold coin.

  “Sorry I couldn’t help you,” said the Half Elf as he tucked the wands in a pocket. “I need to show this thing to my wife.”

  “You do that,” suggested Drimblerod as he ushered the man to the door. “And come back when you need another bargain. Bring your wife and we’ll sell her something too.”

  “Drim!” Shouted Grimbledung from the backroom. “Come look! The sign’s ready!”