Inside, the place consists of three rooms; the Herb Room, the Artifacts Room, and the Beasts Room.

The Herb Room has all the ingredients that you would need for a spell, dark or light. Both dried and fresh, with man- or beast-eating plants in a sectioned off area.

The Artifacts Room is filled with floor-to ceiling bookshelves filled with--you guessed it--magical artifacts. From Crystal Balls and Monkey paws to the more obscure, like shed dragon scales, powdered unicorn horn, and the occastional Toe of a Saint. One half of the room contains actual books.

The Beasts Room. Half-barn, half medevil zoo, it is filled with both cages and stalls, with the less troublesome animals (goats and the like) in stalls and less mundane or less flight-risky animals in cages, set in rows with each cage set three feet apart. One wall is a tank, or a section of tanks, if need be. Some of the more volitile carniverous plants are here as well.

Current beasts: a wendigo, and an infant giant squid.((Recently got raided, by the good guys, of all people!))

All the rooms are bespelled that no one can take anything without becoming mummified (so either the owner unmummifies them or they get sold in the shop, quite possiably as firewood) and set so that they are much larger on the inside than the outside. Upstairs, no one knows how many rooms there are thanks to this spell, but they are for rent to paying customers. The roof is a garden for some of the more normal growing magical plants, and the basement is a spellroom and storage room.

The owner is a seedy, bony little man dubbed Crow, for that is what he resembles. He is a bloody coward, and hides behind his somewhat meager powers and the spells of the shop to protect him. He has thinning, oily hair and wears a black cowl at all times. He smells kinda gross and has bad, black lined teeth.

Warning: he's also a letcher.

((By the way, Ferrett got back on to Romance))

((Is Anya a virgin?))

"What is going on in here?" Anya asked, looking around the shop, shocked.

"Problems with the shipment," Crow rasped.

Anya was caught off guard and collapsed, sinking into darkness.

... ... ...

Makena entered the citadel by levitating far above the wall and then came to rest about a block away from the Dark Magic shop. She stayed in the shadows for a bit, listening intently to something and then started off at a fast crawl in the direction of the shop itself. After quite a bit of crawling, she stopped in front of the shop and sat there, thinking. A loose piece of stone suddenly crashed against the door.

An idea occured to him. If people would buy virgins, would they want infants as well? He smiled oily at the infant. "Come here, little...thing," he said, picking her up and holding her at arm's length.

Makena enacted her levitation and crashed herself and the jar against the stone wall, in an attempt to break it open.

((Now, I don't know how jars of containment work exactly....so you'll have to tell me if Makena's plan will work))

Crow picked up the jar and carried it back to the Beasts Room, putting it in the cage next to the unicorn, across the isle from the virgin, putting a lable saying "Baby Vampyr" on it.

((We should get Andrew's Erif in on this. He is good with animals and hasn't had a lot of action.))

Makena sat in the jar, arms crossed, and frowned. -Stupid adult.- Then she giggled as she got an sudden idea and covered her ears. She started crying. As loud as she possibly could. A deafening shriek to anyone who happened to be in the area.

((Will Crow hear her?))

"What is that racket?" she asked without preamble.

"Baby. Vampire baby," he replied.

She perked up. "Baby? How much?"

Tampire looked at her with a slight widening of the eyes; he was astonished.

((will they?))

Crow showed Monique where the jar was. "Servant," she said carelessly, handing over the asked price for the "Baby Vampyr" and ten times what the jar was worth.

Tampire bent and carefully lifted the jar, holding it delicately in his arms.

"Let's go," Monique said, striding out of the shop.

Crow greeted them, smiling. "Hello! How may I help you today?"

He heard the shout from the back room and his scowl deepened, "What the hell are you doing here?" He demanded of Crow.

((Is the cage immune to magic or would Anya be able to melt the bars?))

"My daughter," Crow said easily. "I sent her to her room. Teenagers, you know."

The little unicorn looked at Anya, big, soulful eyes frightened.

Anya looked at the unicorn. "It'll be fine," she said softly.

"I don't know what kind of business you're running but locking up your customers doesn't seem like an appropriate thing to do," she yelled.

The unicorn bleated softly and backed away from her, going as far as it could without touching the metal bars.

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