Islay had stood outside of the shop for a moment before heading into Granville Quincey’s Junk Shop, the junkshop, that junkshop was full of absolutely wonderful things. Broken things, weird things, and things tha she could make into different things.

Picking up a ragged shirt she just turned the old fabric over in her hand. Maybe she could figure something out about this? Maybe…she was going o do it. She was going to pick up somethings and see what she could make out of them.