“Tib's shop is set in a hollowed oak root at the edge of a moonlit glen, though you could miss it if you blink. The counter is low and cluttered; items are arranged according to Tib's sense of 'pretty' rather than logic. Tib will often try to trade things for 'stories, shiny crumbs, and pocket secrets' rather than coin — he values the odd, the pretty, and the whispered more than gold. Prices wobble if Tib is distracted, and he occasionally swaps two items while you are bargaining (you might notice later that the key you bought now opens something different). The shop hums with faint fey laughter; items sometimes twitch or hum and Tib claims they 'just like to be rearranged.' If a customer angers him, Tib may wink and the purchased item will develop a harmless but embarrassing quirk (a spoon that squeaks, boots that tap-dance); likewise, generous customers might be rewarded with a tiny favor: a coin that returns once, a helpful hint, or a whispered direction to a lost treasure. Tib accepts gp, sp, cp — and, more importantly, bright trinkets and stories.”