Alas, we at Glorious Purveyors (home to all of your arcane, magical, mystical, otherworldly, and enchanted needs) are not immune to this cicada crisis. I'm in the middle of crafting a wind tunnel of sorts around the shop because I refuse for the outdoor tapestries to play domicile to bugs.
And, side perk, everyone looks amazing with wind in the hair.
A Muffler of Muffling is proving more difficult than I assumed, as it's much more a Scarf of Silence right now, muting all
noise, instead of simply muting the wailing of the infernal insects. With any luck and much
more coffee, I should have a prototype ready if there are any volunteers.
In the meanwhile, our security golem is wandering the surrounding area with a Shaft of Striking (created on a whim, if it functions the way I intend
it is similar a lightning wand but I am weak in the knees for alliteration) so if anyone needs immediate assistance in the forest, he's surprisingly spry. [Vax and Vex]
Darlings, interesting story--the other night your exceedingly talented and brilliant sister snuffed out a candle. From across the room. And then lit it. From across the room.