Requests and Butlers

Over the next two days, I watched Marty run his pawnshop

Yes, his name was Marty, apparently, he was well known enough in this town/city/village for a good chunk of his customers to know him by name, or maybe this shop was well known, I honestly had no idea, not like anyone talked to me. At most a couple inspect the craftsmen ship of the mirror, asked how much it cost, and then turned a few shades paler when Marty told them the price, apparently i was extremely expensive

Yay for me…

Anyway apparently Marty had been away for a few weeks on a vacation to see his son and grandchildren who lived a few day's ride away, so he'd been gone long enough that a few people came by to welcome him back. Thank god that I'd woken up only recently, it would have sucked to be stuck in a closed shop for a few weeks. I would have starved to death…

Actually, that was another good point i should make, apparently, I don't need any of the things that a normal human needs to live. I don't need food, I don't need water and i don't need sleep. As a matter of fact, I literally couldnt sleep, no matter how hard I tried, no matter how long I counted sheep or cleared my mind nothing worked. Needless to say, nights had been extremely boring for me.

I'd like to get out of this mirror as soon as possible if only so that I could just take a nap.

Yes, i had tried punching the mirror, but no nothing had happened, I hadn't damaged the glass, I hadn't even hurt my own hand, literally nothing happened as if the force of my punch meant literally nothing

It was however on this third day of me being stuck inside a mirror that something happened, a delivery of sorts. A man walked into Marty's pawn shop, a butler

He was tall, scary tall, so tall that he had to duck for the door, which no one had done since the store had opened. As he walked in I heard Marty make an audible gulp and and at a certain level, even without any context or information I could understand why

This guy was clearly important. His clothes were leagues better made and better looking than anything in this shop, with maybe my mirror as an exception. But I didn't doubt that they were likely immensely expensive. And then there was his face, he looked like a marble statue, and his face was completely cold and hard. Even his grey beard looked like it was etched from stone

As the man slowly made his way through the shop he did a slow look around, his eyes catching on my mirror for a moment before briskly moving on. With how piercing his eyes were I was honestly worried he had seen me for a moment but then he began to make his way over the already-bowing Marty

A perfect 90-degree bow… from a man with a hunched back

"A-ah H-how can I help you, Sir Garet?" Marty stuttered, not looking up from the floor, I could see a few drops of sweat already falling onto the ground from his forehead. Whoever this man was, Marty was scared

"Stand up first" The butler, Sir Garet answered, his voice cold and unfeeling, not unlike a corpse. His words caused Marty to shoot up so fast that he dropped his Cane and did a salute unconsciously, it would have been funny if Marty didn't look ready to piss himself.

"The Lady has made another request," Sir Garet said darkly, speaking the words with a tone that sounded like he was issuing a death sentence, and from how Marty collapsed into his counter chair upon hearing the words he might have done so

By this point I was so into the conversation that I almost had my face pressed into the glass of my side of the mirror, hopefully, Marty wouldn't be killed, I didn't want to be stuck in this pawn shop forever.

It took a few moments before Marty replied, lacing his fingers together nervously and looking up at Sir Garet "What has she asked for this time? Makeup? Clothes?" he nervously took a sip of a cup of water he had sitting on his desk

"The lady has decided that for the moment she has all of the best items and accessories that she needs to be her true self" Garet replied shaking his head, before looking over to me, sending shivers down my spine as I stared into the eyes of the stone butler. "Now she just needs a mirror"

I'm sorry but what?

Turning back to Marty the butler continued "The Gift rules are the same as always. The one who provides the best product to My Lady will receive 1000 gold pieces" Sir Garet rattled off, sounding like he'd said the same thing 100 times "and any who insult her with cheap or 2nd rate gifts will be punished"

"A-and how severe will the punishment be?" Marty quivered, rubbing his hands together nervously "Last time The Lady sentenced 6 merchents to slavery in the mines for Gifting her dresses valued under 300 gold!"

Yikes, just Yikes

"This is a mirror" Garet growled grumpily, putting a hand down on the counter and glaring down at Marty, who trembled in response "A mirror exists to reflect the owner if it even casts a shadow on the beauty of the lady, the one who has insulted her will be fed to rabid dogs"

Double Yikes

After clearly finishing what he wanted to say Garet cleared his throat, and walked up to my mirror, likely looking at himself, or at least I hoped he was, I really didn't want to be seen by him, Straightend his tie, and brushed himself before marching towards the door

"You have 1 day," he said as he left, closing the door behind him

And then Marty passed out

Great