"That be something pretty special ye lookin' for," murmurred a shady merchant as he stroked the end of a lop-sided moustache.<br/>The Velicanstvo flung several gold coins an the counter between them. His eyes alight with greed, the merchant quickly snatched up one of the glittering disks and held it against the dim glow of a lamp, verifying its authenticity.<br/>"I reserve no patience for your petty banter," announced The Velicanstvo. "If you cannot provide that which I seek, another will." He placed a gloved hand over the scattering of coins. Seeing the riches slipping from his grasp, the merchant sputtered, "Of course I can get what ye want. Jus' gimme till sundown to brew it up." Eyeing the gold coins between the slender gloved fingers, he quickly added, "'Course I'll be needing a... deposit - for materials an' such."<br/>"Of course," agreed The Velicanstvo sarcasticly, yet relenting and allowing the merchant to scrounge the coins from beneath his hand.<br/><br/>He left the dingy store marked 'Hrogie's Tonics and Potions' emerging again into the busy streets. It was some time before sundown, and he still needed a mask. He strolled about the market place, drifting from store to stall, noting the foreign oddities on offer. Stepping into a high-end tailor, he found himself surrounded by fabric finery. Had the costumes been but occupied, he would have mistaken the room for the Masquerade hall itself. A elderly man greeted him upon his entrance. The Velicanstvo requested an outfit and a mask, and was presented with a multitute of masks, cuts, trimmings, finishes and adornments. After an hour he settled on a red coat, with matching red cape, as well as a new pair of silk gloves. The mask he chose was of simplistic design, yet elegant, complimented by a periwig. Having dealt with the neccessary preparations for tommorow's festivities, he left the store, pondering how to spend the remainder of his time.