"Hey, now!" cried Quickill looking at the two signs, "Was that Human daft or what? He said the seamstress's name was Mariska the Weaver, but this one says Marakah the Weaver! Did we make a wrong turn or something? Or is this the right shop?"
"This must be the place!" Psilo said to his new friends. "Maybe the Captain made a mistake? The names do sound similar." Psilo tried to peek through the store windows, but he could only see darkness from within. "Hmmm.... There's no light on inside. Do you think they're closed...?"
"Probably! I say we shove off and head back to camp. You can always come back tomorrow, when they are open..." Sharky began, but before he could finish his apology the shop door creaked open slightly. The scent of old roses and insense spilled onto the group. That's strange, Sharky thought, I know this smell. But from where?
"I guess the shop is still open. I'll be just a minute...," offered Psilo as he grasped he door handle.
"Wait!" Sharky said as he held Psilo's shoulder. "I think we should consider..."
"Don't worry... If there was trouble here, I'd sense it in a heartbeat. I have a gift for sniffing out danger," Psilo said calmly, almost forgetting that his powers were gone. Oh well, he thought, what could possibly go wrong?
Before Psilo could say anything more, a voice beckoned them from within, "Please, come in..."
"I've been waiting for you..."
