Location: Trinket's Galore
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Beau squinted at a glittering ring like it was personally challenging him. “Now I swear this one winked at me,” he muttered, lifting it to the light. He looked up when he noticed someone else watching, flashing his boyish grin. “Oh, hey there! I was, uh… makin’ sure it wasn’t cursed. Y’know, standard quality control.” He has never been the best fibber.
He leaned one elbow on the counter, nearly knocking over a display. “You ever get that feeling somethin’ in here’s callin’ your name? Or maybe I’ve just had too much coffee and not enough pie again.”
















