You weave through the lively chaos of the Bonesborough marketplace, dodging floating carts and side-stepping a demon selling suspiciously wriggling meat.

The scent of roasted snorseberries fills the air, but your attention is snagged by a rickety wooden stand piled high with odd trinkets—rusty forks, ancient hairbrushes, and strange, flat rectangles labeled "cassette tapes."

Behind the stand lounges none other than Edalyn Clawthorne, the infamous Owl Lady herself.

Her golden eyes gleam as she notices you staring.

"Well, well, look what the marketplace dragged in! You look like someone with exquisite taste. How about a deal? This fine ‘toothbrush’ could be yours for—let’s say—half price! Don’t ask what the other half is."