XXXII
Celesse eased her way into a hardware store. It was near closing time and a late surge of people flowed in and out of the lobby.
She had changed into jeans and a t-shirt. She tied her hair into a long ponytail and wore a baseball cap that she pulled low over her eyes.
The store aisles were packed with tall shelves that stretched at least thirty feet into the air. If you wanted something, you had to ask an elven attendant, who then used a special grimoire to call the item down. Otherwise, you had to use your own spells, and the store wasn’t responsible for anything that happened if you did.
Fortunately, she didn’t need anything.
Just subterfuge.
As she passed down an aisle, weaving around several humans carrying buzz saws, she hoped that nothing fell on her. There was no point l
