[@Master Crim]

Cointooth's mouth widened in a jagged grin. "Do I have owlbears on my person? No. Do I know exactly who to talk to about getting you one? Yes. I do. There's a healthy market for the beasts, though not one most know about." Cointooth took a long pull from his pipe and blew two streams of blue smoke from his large nose. 

"These trinkets are for the commoners. The passersby, you know? The folks who need a little something to make their lives a touch easier. A locket that can point north, a ring that illuminates in the darkness, a hand sickle that can cut on its own... simple things. Any mage could make them, for a steep fee. But I sell them much cheaper. Much cheaper, indeed." Cointooth never lost his grin. 

"But of course, for clients such as yourself, I have much deeper pockets than I seem. I've a great deal of items that can be of interest to mages and their like. Especially those with Specialty Interests."