“Thanks for the demonstration,” Ryn said, ducking his head as the carpet he was sitting on zoomed in through the shop door and glided to a halt on the floor. He and the green-haired shopkeeper stood up and walked off the carpet, which promptly rolled itself up and moved to a corner of the shop.
“As you can see,” the shopkeeper said, his words accented to the point where Ryn could barely understand him, “the carpet made no attempt to throw us off at any stage. A recent breakthrough in carpet-flying magic.”
Ryn nodded. “And it seems fairly easy to steer.”
“Very easy. So you are happy with it?”
“Yes, this is exactly what I’m looking for.” Ryn leaned on the counter and signed the agreement the shopkeeper had drawn up for him before taking him on a test ride. “So you’ll meet me there just a
