The sign read “Magical Emporium: Suppliers of all Things Fantastic.”
Ash rolled her eyes. “Really?”
“Unfortunately. Yes,” Iron Fist replied.
“If the proprietor is as insufferable as the name of his shop, I should wonder if I haven’t pulled his spinal column out his mouth before our trip is done,” Ajax said offhandedly.
Hawk looked over his shoulder, the armor was still missing from his encounter with the werebear. “Cut the lip. We need to buy what he’s selling. If you can’t keep from getting hot, then wait out here.”
The wooden door creaked open when he pushed on it.