in the twilight glow of predissolutionary cobblers' guild, where secrets and soles are mended alike, a whispered conversation unfolds, as enchanting as it is forbidden. through words that renew from the outset, they repudiate the mundane, embracing crafts and magics unseen, their deals sealed under-the-table with a promise of trust and a flicker of sorcery, ensuring that every shoe tells a story more magical than the last.