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Wiseacre's had always felt to Rajan like a place caught somewhere between a workshop and a riddle. Nothing merely sat on the shelves. Everything seemed to hum faintly with purpose, as though waiting to be understood.
He drifted first, almost by instinct, toward the display of wizard's chess sets. One board in particular had already begun a match without its players, ivory and obsidian pieces gliding forward with quiet, deliberate purpose. Rajan folded his arms, head tilting as he watched a knight take a bishop with a sharp, decisive crack.
"Predictable," he murmured under his breath, though there was a flicker of interest in his eyes. A new set would be useful. Elegant, even. But he already owned one, and while it lacked this level of theatrical enthusiasm, it had never lost to him without a fair fight. Upgrading felt indulgent.
A few steps over, a rack of Gobstones sets caught his attention. The polished stones gleamed innocently enough, each one labeled with increasingly grand claims of improved trajectory and enhanced spray radius.
Rajan picked up a small tin, turning it over in his hands with a measured expression. He wasn't sure how making them more obnoxious improved the game, but there still was a certain appeal in the chaos of it.
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