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The bone piles kept falling over, not to mention the candles in the trees. Just when he'd fix one hanging glass bottle, it seemed another would fall down on cue. Takka was thankful for his wings in the midst of these little misfortunes, but he couldn't help quietly, gently, mildly mulling to himself that...

EVERYTHING WAS A PAIN IN THE a**.

The half-breed stallion had taken up this lifestyle by choice, quiet contrary to what had been originally expected of him, so it wouldn't have been polite to complain. Not that that stopped him... Of course, most of the time it was worth it. His hoard of trinkets, delicacies, ingredients, and class-A potions were a reminder of that. The mental image of his stock piles in all their shining glory glimmered through his mind and calmed him a bit. He had to don his figurative mask as well as his literal one if he was going to make any solid deals by nightfall.

Was it a good time for a seance? Probably not. The sun hadn't even fully set yet. But the day had been a slow one, and Takka was growing desperate restless. He'd begun wandering through the outer layers of the forest away from his dark arts HQ in search of some hapless traveler who might've accidentally passed him by. It wasn't their fault, oh no...but he'd certainly steer them in the right direction. He just had to find them first.

Takka hadn't quite gone full-circle before he noticed a curious red glow in a large oak. He stopped in his tracks to squint through his eye holes. He had no idea who or what it could be, regardless of how much he attempted to sniff them out, but anyone was better than no one, he concluded with some frustration.

As the sun dipped below the trees, Takka used the growing shade to his advantage and stepped with purpose through the shadows until he reached the other side of the oak tree.

He was greeted by the sight of a...Flutter?

Well, well, well...

This was going to be interesting...