Magic Box, Sunday, 05/28

[not_every_mage]

It had been longer than Anders wanted to admit since he'd actually made it to a Sunday shift, so he was making up for that by cleaning out the storage room. So far he'd unearthed a notebook full of meeting plans for something called the Magic Reserves; a sketch of a cat labeled "Mister Moxy" in curvy, girlish handwriting; a jacket he thought was gone forever; and a rather enormous store of tiny glass potion vials.

"If I had more elfroot, I could put those bottle to use," Anders muttered, and sneezed at the storage-room dust.

[OOC: Open shop, open post!]

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[sharp_man]

At some point during the day, the door opened and Hannibal rode in on a bicycle. He was talking in a language nobody understood to someone or something that wasn't visible, and seemed reasonably cheerful to be doing so. He circled a few displays, rode around the store, and went back out the door, which closed behind him.

[not_every_mage]

"Hello?" Anders called out -- but by the time he realized no one was responding, Hannibal was no longer there.

He went back to his work, feeling vaguely bad about having missed a sale.