Years of dodgy practice had made you an expert in forging solutions. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, they called you, and you reveled in it. Occasionally, though, you'd receive an impossible request from those who visited you. Even the best ~~con~~ business people must delegate occasionally.

Rumplestiltskin was the man who could do it all, but he looked horridly out of place within your emerald walls among all your niceties.

"Well then, dearie, what can I do for the Wizard of Oz?"

The word "wizard" came out with a hint of mockery.

And that smile, that laugh.. something about them seemed so horrid.