Vivianne visits the market

It was common knowledge to every witch within a hundred miles that the Mall situated in the middle of the town of Amberwood not only contained the usual several dozen clothing stores, but also, crucially, a magical black market. There had to be a dozen different secret entrances scattered throughtout the mall that would allow an earstwhile witch to sneak in to the literally underground market and make her purchases. However, while it was the largest venue by which a magic user could trade and purchase, there was no guarantee of quality to be had amongst the sales.

Vivianne was one of those few witches who preffered the more developed environment of Amberwood, though the denser population meant she had to be more careful with her magic. She loved the nightlife, with its clubs and bars, along with many other things, Amberwood was a college town, and that meant parties.

Tucked away in the corner of a Victoria's Secret, she snuck behind a rack of lingerie, before suddenly, her form melted into shadow and sunk into the folds of the hanging fabrics. In the next instant, she was in the market, walking along its cobbled streets like nothing had happened.

She'd come to the market with the intent to browse, and maybe even buy something a little more indulgent than she would normally purchase. The market itself ran on a barter system, and she had a wealth of expertly crafted potions in her bag of holding with which to trade.

After wandering the market for the better part of an hour, she had yet to find anything that really caught her eye. She was glancing over a stand of magic carpets when a sales cart caught her eye. It had been propped up against a wall and was somewhat away from the bulk of the market, so she figured that was why she hadn't seen it yet.

From outward appearance, the cloaked vendor seemed to be selling spell scrolls, the kind that skilled magic users could copy down into their own spellbooks with enough time and dedication. At this, Vivianne decided that it was at least worth visiting. She had visited the market enough times to practically clear out the other spell vendors, so a new face could mean new spells.