Few were blessed by the gods, and fewer by lesser-known deities. Being amongst those handful that had no clue who and why they've been blessed, Dandelion had decided a long time ago to make good use of her abilities. Like mist, she could melt into the air and empty the contents of a sealed chest. Whatever she touched turned into the same dust particles, so even the pockets of men and women weren't safe if she so desired to rob them.
And yet, making an honest living as a rare goods merchant, she often sat behind her wooden counter, sleeping with her hat on her face. Waking up only to the sound of customers and the jingle of coins, she showed the people around, but few had the means to buy what she was selling.
