“The shop sits in a narrow lane lit by glass baubles. Mirrors framed with woven ribbons reflect not just faces but moments—a sudden memory or a half-glimpsed future—if you stand long enough. Shelves are draped in patchwork scarves and the air smells of bergamot, tobacco, and old parchment. Candles burn with colors that cycle like small moons. The proprietor, Mirena Duskwell, is a human wizard of 12th level who learned both courtly arcana and roadwise cunning from gypsy clans and academies alike. She dresses in layered shawls, rows of silver bangles, and a wide-brimmed hat pinned with feathers. Mirena greets customers with a quick smile and a palm reading while negotiating: she prefers trade or services over gold when possible, but will take coin. She will sometimes offer a free divination to parties who bring interesting trinkets to trade, and she frequently hums to the items—she claims it soothes restless enchantments. Beware the shop cat, a black-furred familiar named Tarot, which will curl into a customer's pack if it approves.”