The smell of ink, aged parchment, and slightly singed felt hits your nose as a rickety wooden door creaks open. A squat figure with oversized ears, a crooked grin, and paint-splattered robes hops onto the counter with a puff of glittering dust.

“Ahhh, another shiny Minion, eh? Good, good. Welcome to Weke’s Minion Market, where your precious Minion Tokens finally make me rich—I mean, make you happy! Yes, yes. Very happy!”

The goblin waves a stubby hand, revealing shelves stuffed with miniature marvels, enchanted brushes, mysterious bundles, and the occasional twitching mystery box.
“Spend those tokens fast—things tend to vanish if you stare too long. Or maybe they bite. Who knows! Either way, no refunds, no take-backs, and definitely no haggling. Unless you brought snacks... Did you bring snacks?”

He leans in, eyes gleaming.
“Well then, Minion… let’s trade.”