Olki was sorting through a new collection of cursed cosmetics left behind by a sorcerer who created them in exchange for enchanted pearls. Olki didn’t know what the old man was planning to do with the pearls, but he never asked his customers what they were going to do with nail polish that would give the wearer earlobe warts either. In any case, he had just about moved all of the ensorcelled eyeliner to one corner of the box when the urgent knock sounded at his front door. Being just eight inches from the latch, he opened it quickly, as