wick's wondrous wares is a crowded space made hazy by incense smoke and scattered lanterns, packed with allegedly magical items of every shape, size, and purpose. (quality and efficacy may vary)

wick himself puts on a front of a mysterious mystic, a merchant from a far-off land who knows secrets about everyone who wanders in. he's really a scholar, cataloging enchantment methods from around sornieth- though, he is selling these items acquired by dubious means, so. he's a bit vain, very flirtatious, but overall a decent sort.

ipswich is having some trouble adjusting to their current circumstances. these silly land-mortal customs seem ridiculous. having to wear clothes in public? not solving every dispute with teeth? gender??? and they're just so much smaller. it's awful.