"Thank you," he said, accepting the money. It was unclear if he was talking about the payment or the compliment. He gave a small nod and then proceeded to pluck the lucky dreamcatcher from the wall.
His long, delicate fingers took care as he wrapped it in white paper. "The entrance is a good place," he said, "as is somewhere in the badroom. Just don't use an iron nail. Magic does not really like cold iron."
The white paper was tied up in string. She had dodged his question about her craft - clever. That was the bother with this town. Everyone was too interesting. "So what's your profession then?" A quick grin. "Hair dresser?"