Trickster's Delight was your typical mystical shop, the kind that tended to pop out of nowhere one day only to disappear the next. Such things were probably common in the city of Muffinville, home of roving adventurers, dastardly wizards, and fruit that could render unsuspecting dudes into brainless swimsuit models.
The owner of the shop was a casual fellow in his late twenties who liked to go to work in his bathrobe and slippers, his so-called wizard regalia. He swept the front doorstep of his traveling store, whistling the tune to "Grim Grinning Ghosts" as he readied the place for the Halloween season.
Halloween! It was perhaps the busiest time of year for the dealer of forbidden artifacts and cursed relics. There was something about the season that seemed to draw in the tourists, some who could definitely use a dose of mischief.