Reserved for: Negaduck, Malicia
It was a regular, low-key night in St. Canard. Villains were villaining, heroes were warding them off, and over in the warehouse district on the bayside piers, a supernatural exchange was well underway...
"Five greater-souls? For this? Are you out of yer tree?! Ain't no hex worth that much, darlin'!" A stubby gnome screeched up at the amazonian figure that was Malicia Macawber.
"Did I stutter?" The demonness crossed her arms. "My cursed kazoos are top quality, and I dare you to find one elsewhere that comes remotely close to my handiwork."
"Hrmph... I'll give you Three souls at most. An' that's me bein' generous."
"Four souls and no less! My hexes are guaranteed to run undetected by the the Enforcers, or you get a refund."
"A refund, hah?" The creature stroked one of his long, warty ears. "You drive a hard bargain, Macawber. But I'll take it if it means keeping those creaky old farts outta my business." Digging out a small coin-purse, he handed the demonness four glowing orbs.
"I assure you it'll be well worth the price." Mal snapped her fingers, and the kazoo in question was wrapped neatly in a small bag and handed over.
"Right, right..." The gnome glanced around. "What's with the new location? This a Normal city, ain't it? Can't be getting much business all the way out here, can ye?"
"It has its perks, I assure you. Normals are, at large, an ignorant lot. And mostly harmless." Keyword: Mostly.
"Right, well... best of luck to ye then. I'll let the others know bout yer new storefront. Ever since those blaggard Enforcers raided the Market back home we been needing more stores."
"Mhmm... I've no doubt. Take care then."
Parting ways, Malicia took a moment to count her newly-acquired currency. She had hiked up the price substantially, all thanks to the lack of competition. The money was flowing in quite nicely, and she had little to no setbacks to deal with.
It was time for a celebratory drink, she decided.