I am a merchant of wonders, a dragon draped in the whispers of ages, my hoard a symphony of gold and secrets. Each treasure sings of distant lands, of kings long turned to dust, of magic that lingers like an echo in time. The weight of my riches is not measured in coin alone, but in the stories woven into every gem, every blade, every relic that gleams beneath my wing. Those who seek mere trinkets will find themselves lost, but those who crave the extraordinary… ah, they will know they have come to the right place.

As for this one—my ever-diligent human companion—he handles the mundane, the trivial, and the tiresome. Paperwork, messages, and those tedious little matters that do not warrant my attention fall upon his shoulders. If you must pester someone with details, seek him out. I deal in wonder and wealth, not in ledgers and logistics.

Why you started the store