With the last bit of pink dyed twine, she tied the little tag to the vial, one of several identical glass containers in a long line upon the messy desk in her room. The colour within was a subtle pink, the scent that of roses, and written neatly with a flourish were the words "Love Drops" on each little tag. The man had sold her several vials, with the promise that he could make others, but first she would have to shift these, and a plan was formed. Several copies of the book Feminine Ways: a Handbook for the Maturing girl, were close by. Not only that, but she'd had a go at making ribbons to wear around the neck as if a choker, and those to go in the hair. She'd started hoarding too, any bit of gilt, silver, tin that was jewelry, was polished up to perfection, or near as damn it. Combs, most of them with all the teeth, some in bone, others in wood, lay next to boar bristle brushes, all lice free of course. She made a few hankies, though now she didn't have a curtain in her room as a result. The messiest bit was mixing beeswax with things, beetroot stained her fingers for days, the berries weren't so bad, stain for the lips and cheeks were in tiny lidded containers.
It was natural progression. There were women out there who were desperate for a man, they would do anything for a man, why even humiliate themselves just to get a man. Kelynn was now also in the business of love, rather, man catching! The book the hobbit lass had written was very informative, as was the chat she had with a local lady of the night. Now she had many interesting products to sell to the good women folk of Bree. The men were easier, give them a whistle that makes a fart sound and they'd buy ten!
She'd sold many things. A bell of summoning, that when rung, someone always seemed to answer. A giants eyeball that sat in a jar of murky liquid. A rare great eagle feather, admittedly not from the wing. A set of dice that was imbued with luck. Cutlery used by the mayor of Bree. She would have sold an enchanting hat that was covered with mushrooms, but a man stomped on it.
Business was good, it was varied, it was honest, even if someone did try and tempt her to do ill deeds. She still had the silver ring he gave her, though she had no intention of taking his offer. There were bigger fish to fry, greater horizons, wondrous treasures to share with those of the town...for a fair price.
