Vince started to look around hoping not many people would notice him nor know his name. The only reason why Vince never used a fake name like he does many times was because he knew Randy from the very start. Randy knew Vince since he was still going to middle school and he had seen how much of a change Vince made from his attitude, to his posture, to even his appearance. To Vince, Randy felt like a loving grandfather.
Then Vince looked around once again before turning to Randy.
"Um, what I need is nutmeg powder, possibly a dreamcatcher, and anything that can break pretty easily, please if you could make it quick." Vince said in a hoarse voice. Normally he would pick out the items himself but with his connection with Randy he now does it.
Randy then looked around toward one of his shelves. The shelf was tall and brown, all over it were unique carvings that spoke expensive. With a very oak look it was one of the shelves that stood out. On the top were multiple different spices and condiments, each with a name labeling which is what, nutmeg, mustard powder. But one that stood out the most out of all of them was salt, almost half of the shelf was full of it.
With a slight smirk Randy looked toward the salt then back at Vince.
"You sure you don't want any salt?" Randy said toward Vince in almost a joke of a tone.
Vince only looked unfazed as he lowered his head in disappointment. Always salt, always salt, Vince thought, his mind only focused on it. Unknown to many, salt was used everywhere and for almost everything. It's to pop the tastebuds and also in almost all rituals or prayers toward a god it would most likely require salt. Nowadays it's for everything. Vince almost had memories of the days he acted as a full time priest, getting the salt and waving it around for a couple of silver coins was the easiest thing he had ever done.
"No Randy I do not want salt." Vince said in an unchanged tone as Randy grabbed the nutmeg.
"Oh well, and for a dreamcatcher I should have one in the back. Toward where I sleep my lovely grandchildren gave me a couple!" Randy said in a bit of a raspy voice but still high.
Multiple dreamcatchers, Vince thought, almost surprised and happy by it.
Randy grabbed the nutmeg, the fine brownish light powder moved gently inside the bottle as he placed it down on the table. He then turned toward a door that was near the corner of the building. Right before he was about to go in, Vince called out.
"Randy quick do you have anything that's useless or what?" Vince asked, looking at Randy with a determined look.
Laughing slightly, Randy then pointed toward another corner of the room.
"Check that pile over there, while you do that I'll get the dreamcatcher." Randy said in an unchanged tone as his voice slowly faded.
Quickly rushing toward it, Vince took a good eye around it. The pile was inside a brown barrel, and inside were multiple junk items, different things that would not matter at all. Vince looked down and unpeeled more of his bandages, his hands almost revealed but not fully healed as they still looked very fragile while skin started to show. Gently and softly, Vince dug inside until he pulled out an item that instantly caught his eye.
The item he grabbed was made out of wood, shaped to be a Trojan horse. The horse was made out of cheap wood, very flimsy, and the wood was a pale dark color. The horse itself wasn't in the best shape but was easily recognizable as the Trojan horse.
Holding the horse, he brought it up toward the gas lamps to get a better view of the wood figure. Looking at the horse, Vince felt a deep feeling of similarity, a hint of recognition and warmth.
Strange, Vince thought as he examined the item more. Then he heard footsteps coming out of the room Randy had just been in. In his hand was the dreamcatcher. The dreamcatcher looked rich as it seemed to be. The rope was nice, dark, and tight into a circle shape. The patterns with the other ropes made a vortex shape as white feathers that faded into blue rested at the bottom. On top of the dreamcatcher was another piece of rope to hang it, and the size of it was not too big, around the size of Vince's palm.
Quickly placing the figure onto the table, the items remained, nutmeg powder, a dreamcatcher, and an object to break.
Fiddling into his pockets, Vince looked up toward Randy.
"How much?" His voice was almost starting to become worried.
But as he said that, Vince's eyes rose as Randy just chuckled and waved his hands toward the doors.
"Oh just take them, on the house. An old man like me won't have to worry about money as much!" His tone changed to being even happier.
With the biggest smile, Vince quickly grabbed all the items and looked at Randy with a long and hard grin.
"Thank you!" Vince said in a high and loud voice as he quickly turned around, opened the door, and left.
Randy could only watch Vince's departing figure as he stood back and sighed.
"What priest uses nutmeg?" Randy muttered to himself while walking into the room in the back.
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A couple minutes after, Vince ran as he reached the side of the hotel. Since the door was locked from the outside, he could only once again go through the window he went from. Quickly shoving his way, he tossed the items through the window and jumped through. Then, while getting inside, he grabbed the items and ran toward the door.
Unlocking it, he ran and then took a sharp right. While running and passing through many numbers, he saw a room that said "Pool room." Running inside, he barged through and saw the backyard area of the hotel and a small pool.
Smirking slightly, Vince thought to himself, even though she did say bathtub, back in her times I bet bathtubs were not even a thing, meaning that it might just require water.
Taking the risk, Vince jumped into the small pool. Quickly he dumped the nutmeg powder into the water and looked toward the figure with a slight hint of regret, then he smashed it into pieces and poured it in. Laying back on the edge of the water, he placed the dreamcatcher over his head. Slowly taking a deep breath, he let his voice loose.
"A dream will always be founded upon, the creator of delight and hope through the mind will blessed be upon ye mind brita…"
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Rain started to pour down the sky as a lady stepped out of a carriage. We are a bit far, she thought, her mind soft and gentle. She had brown oily hair tied in a bun, and beautiful but sad black eyes. Her skin was a beautiful pale.
Turning, she heard a voice come behind her.
"Ramona."