<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Edgewood Emporium," Finn read the sign, doubt thick in his voice.  "Doesn't sound all that magical."<br/>
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"Och, aye, and it wouldn't then, would it?" Fiona grumbled at him.  "Don't just stand there, you big lout -- knock on the door."<br/>
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Finn did so, inwardly shaking his head at his sister.  "Cumainn did say this was the right place..."<br/>
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"Aye, but he'd lead us to the devil himself if it meant getting his feathers dry," Fiona snapped.<br/>
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Right.  Red-headed tempers were never improved by the application of cold rain.  Finn knocked on the door again, more firmly.  "The sign says closed, Fi.  We'll have to find... someplace else."</span></span>