Welcome to Grizzle’s Goblin Garage Sale, where the prices are suspiciously low, nothing’s organized, and everything probably has a soul. Trinkets chatter. Mirrors whisper. One boot’s biting the other. You’ve stumbled into a crooked little stall stacked with cursed cutlery, enchanted tax documents, and a “totally normal” lamp that just blinked at you. Will you haggle for a bag of teeth? Trade your shadow for a slightly magical spoon? Either way, bring exact change — Grizzle bites.