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Today, Byron was putting on the charm, making his enterprise seem more magical than it was. His clothes were well pressed and, with a handful of small, non-venomous snakes curled around his palms and arms, he was a sight to behold.
And the unintended amusement small children got from the one snake who was loitering around his neck, curling about in his hair, and generally being a nuisance, was good as well.
A little annoying, but any attention, regardless of if it had come from an intentional play, was good for a busker.
He stood behind a small table, draped with a cloth reading, ‘BYRONS’. Varying sizes of bottles littered the top. Byron had a small crowd, ooo-ing at his apparent ability as a ‘snake charmer’.
“For years, I have perfected the art of sssynthesizing poisons, and, their sssubsequent antidotes. Today I present to you poisons and healing medicaments created from the venoms of Ssspirale’s local reptiles!
Keep yourself and your loved ones sssafe with my antidotes; just like gauze, it is better to have it when you need it, then be without when you do!”
