Taco’s Tuesday

Nariah squeezed her little car into parking between a dually truck and a camper van painted with world war two fighter jet-style eagles on one side. The van was outfitted with solar on the roof and probably housed a couple of nomad vampires hiding from the last rays of the afternoon.

Nariah didn’t intend to be downtown long enough to run into them at sunset.

Her last stop today was one of her favorites, a little supply store stuffed to the brim with herbs, stone, books, and trinkets useful in the arcane branch of magic. Nariah’s arcane knowledge started and ended with a high school promise to herself that she’d never work with geometry again, but the overlap in useful focus items made Anesa’s shop the perfect place for Nariah to stock up.