based.

Perhaps there are items here that I could find equivalent of value for such items.

Like this... Vacuum cleaner."

"Souls are a messy business.

Learned that the hard way after the phylactery incident."

He thought it over.

"I find myself unaccustomed to your plane's technological assets and advancements. I have noticed a non-optimal set of currency on this plane that is more paper, zinc, copper and nickel --

mind for your inkwells? Self-refilling quills? Maybe an endless chalk?"
He looked around, impressed by how well maintained the place was for one headmaster.

"Have refilling bowls and flagons for you or your students if ya like."

He held his hand out to pet one of the feline specters, ignoring the chill as it nuzzled against his hand. Based on him hearing the phrase in the past, he was pretty sure that implied chronomancy. The most powerful magic, even with reality bending.

"Aye, books and parchment. You have colors in --

I am more than happy to provide to a place seeking items worth protection and security.

At a decent rate, of course."

"...Interesting. I may inquire about that item later. Also as to what a vacuum cleaner is.

I am here to both self-promote my services as a fellow magic using adventurer and traveling salesman. This place is very guarded so I take it you would not sell yours, but if you would like to see mine, --

"Is this-?"

Eoin gave the sorcerer a moment to come back out.
He looked at the man in a very cottony robe.

"Is this the residence of this world's greatest sorcerer? I have a habit of making sure to look for each one's. Wasn't sure this place had one until I used a location spell."

He blinked as he let the glasses fall on his neck on their chain. "Aye, this is the place." He gave the light knock with the back of his hand and looked around.

"Little industrial for a wizard."

"And a nasty sugar crash."

||: I will say she’s cute and needs protecting.

He nodded and titled his head down for her reach.

“Started growing in when m’ fur did.”