Avalon

Avalon hawked their wares from their stall in the streets of the Murkbarrow Close, calling out to the many passersby that came their way. With any luck, some of them would be foolish enough to purchase their wares. Everything in Avalon's shop had its own special price... and few dragons were wary enough to gain the benefits from their goods.

At last, they had caught the attention of a few dragons- tourists, presumably, given their obvious unfamiliarity with the area. Avalon smirked; these were easy marks.

"Welcome!" they purred, gesturing to their abundance of trinkets, sundries, baubles, antiques, and knick-knacks. "Take a look around! Let me know if there is anything you like."

The coatl watched their every move carefully, running through a list of tricks to play in their head. A smile came to their face as the customers picked out a couple of potions. These elixirs promised to bestow radiant beauty unto all those who consumed them.

"A wise choice," Avalon said, collecting their payment. "I have never heard any customer dissatisfaction with these potions."

The vain tourists grinned at each other, and downed the drinks in one go. Their bodies suddenly warped and contorted into the forms of resplendent songbirds. They trilled in alarm, fluttering about the vendor stall in confusion.

Avalon cackled, and gathered up the group's belongings, stowing them away to be enchanted for the next gullible customers.

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