Declining had never really been an option - they would have taken the merchandise either way. One of the draw-backs of upscaling the shop, he guessed. He should have stuck to his tiny backstreet shop; those had been good days - selling a few costumes to unwary customers before teleporting the whole enterprise to the next town on, leaving nothing behind but mystery and a few very unhappy customers.
But teleporting the larger shop had been totally unfeasible. Only a parade of military trucks could shift all that.
That's what you get for trying to bring magic to the masses, he sighed, taking one last look at the place. Its miles of shelves were stripped bare; only dust remained. The secret, underground, military magic-testing area they were sending him and his merchandise to wouldn't even compare.
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