You're an ordinary person that works a 9 to 5 job. You pay your taxes and regularly contribute to your retirement fund. In a world of magic, prophecy, and calls to adventure this makes you extremely u

Making my daily coffee in the morning brewing the cup with a CoCost coffee brewer. It had a reliable fire elemental inside who brewed it. Something about releasing now and then or they burn down wherever they are. Quincy should get on that soon, a long dragged sigh left his throat. If you could even call it that, some pinkish slime went everywhere. He muttered a curse under his breath as his slime form sludged across the floor into a skin suit. It was a pale man with red hair wearing just blue boxers. Quincy slide into the costume's mouth and shaped into the body form.

Quincy, in his now human form, rose and cracked his bones. The human suit was fairly expensive and came in a bit late. But there's nothing to complain about. It did its job fairly well. Finding a nice suit to wear for his job, he went out the door. More people stared at him as he made his way across the cobblestone path, why was everyone looking at him weirdly? He looked no different from the rest of them, quickening his footsteps to get to his work.

Reaching a door and opening it, a smile on his face. Small pink sludge left his eye sockets and he wiped it away with a hand. He hung up his suit jacket on the door and called out, "Hello everyone!" in a singsong voice. Carefully walking through the aisles and organizing the counters. It was a random magical artifacts shop. The owner's magical ability included that every time someone buys something, a random trait happened. Ranging from new magical powers or a terrible curse. After making sure everything was organized, he opened the door. It was his day to open up and the others will come later. He officially opened the shop and went behind the counter.

An hour or two passed, and barely anyone entered the shop. This was until a group of adventurers entered the shop being rowdy and causing a ruckus. Quincy's pupils rolled, sighing again before speaking. "Hello! How may I help you?" He asked.

A human looked over at him with disgust, "It's the freak this town been talking about!" A smug grin on his face. "Always working and never paying attention to the prophecies or anything like that?" A small chuckle as the group laughed with him.

"If you will buy nothing, can you please leave the store?" In the stereotypical monotone customer service voice.

The taller goliath woman spoke next, a sharp tooth smirk on her face. "It's only you. What are you going to do about it if we steal?" She picked up a ball and threw it back and forth in her hands.

Quincy sighed. "Fine, I don't get paid enough to care anymore. Try if you want." His voice spoke slight truth, he didn't get paid enough to care. Why would you steal though from a person who sells random magic items? Someone has to be smart enough to know there's a curse when you steal, right?

As they took items from the store, the rest of the group snickered and waved bye. The immediate second they walked out, Quincy flinched as the effects were almost immediate. The goliath form shrunk in on herself, losing all of strength. A magical glow radiated from the human as his body glowed and turned into a salamander. Quincy turned his back and went to the back. "I'm going to take my break early." Ignoring the screams of panic outside.