If one word had to embody Rama’s meat stand, it was ‘allure’. The aromas of the pies and the strips of greasy meat were present from the earliest moments of every single morning, even before they started properly flying off the shelves in a breakfast rush. Rare was the person who could say they'd been down Rama's street without their eyes getting caught on the usually-naked, appetizing displays of people-meat in the big case. The ones who were half-butchered, presented beside t

Working from the streets of Praedbridge, Rama was working on slicing up deli meat as she noticed a person approaching her stand. It was a short woman, of a race colloquially known as a Shadow Fairy, though technically it was neither. Born of fey blood and attuned to the dark, their lithe, dark-patterned bodies were quite a bit larger than any fairy, though quite a bit smaller than any human, save for the youngest children. The woman floated toward Rama's shop without wings, as if uninterested in