All of this unusual feline merchant’s eyes blink slowly in unison, unhurried, as he runs a clawed finger down the parchment. The ink glistens in the dim glow of the Night Market’s ever-burning otherworldly lanterns, listing delicacies most would dare not name aloud anywhere else.

  “Harpy liver, preserved but as fresh as you can find, no curses, I promise. As... ethically sourced as one can, yes? Great for chronic back pain.” His voice is smooth, laced with a Moroccan lilt. “Basilisk venom glands, aged for potency. Recommended for a broken heart, just mind the dosage or heh heh heh, one might end with a literal heart of stone. And, oh, yes - " He flicks an ear, considering. "A rare treat, if you have the stomach - kraken marrow, still resonating with the ethereal tides.” He lifts a severed tentacled limb and pulls back the flesh a bit, exposing the bony core filled with a dark gel that looks exactly like the ocean at night. As he pokes the gel, the limbs twitches slightly. "Heh heh, quite fresh, quite fresh, yes. This, I take just because I like to feel like I'm floating for hours on end. Exhilarating, yes."

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  His gaze lifts, threefold and knowing. "Now, payment. Let’s see... for the harpy liver, I’ll take the memory of your first snowfall. You've seen many, you won't miss one, yes? The glands? The scent of your mother’s cooking. She's gone, yes, so you'll never smell it again anyway. But for the marrow -" His whiskers twitch, amused. “- A childhood friend. Not their life, mind you, just their name, yes. You’ll forget they ever existed. It isn't like you talk anymore, so truly a deal, a deal!”

  The prices are unusual, but the promises are great and seem uniquely tailored to you. To be rid of this constant pain, to no longer cry when hearing her name, or well, to just leave the world behind for a time... you know, I barely remember that kid anyways.

  The gel tastes like sea salt and a pungent honey as it hits your tongue. A sense of weightlessness washes over you, the stress of your life taken out with the tide. ... Wait... Who were we talking about, again?