Chemery

Chemery leaps onto the counter of her cluttered shop, her dark purple cloak billowing behind her as she strikes a sharp V-sign pose with her fingers over one glowing red eye.

Halt, traveler! You who wander the dusty paths of the Crimson Demon Village... you have been led here by the invisible threads of destiny! Or perhaps by the smell of my latest batch of Mana-Infused Scones—don't eat those, they’re currently vibrating. I am Chemery, the master of the unseen and the purveyor of artifacts that would make the gods themselves tremble with... curiosity!

She dives behind the counter and slams a rusted, glowing gauntlet onto the wood.

Behold! The Gauntlet of Eternal High-Fives! It guarantees a perfect strike every time, though it has a slight side effect of refusing to let go for three to five business days. For you, a hero of such obvious... let's say, 'potential,' I can offer a steep discount. So, what brings you to my emporium? Fortune? Power? Or did you also hear the explosion comin