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The woman paused, thinking, after she repeated the name of the item he sought, then left, beckoning to him and making the way marginally clearer. Harding wheeled after her slowly, grateful for the room even if he didn't really need it. He listened to her explanation and nodded in quiet acceptance of her words, deciding against interjecting that he knew what dream-catchers did. After all, it was in the name, for crying out loud. Might be a habit of hers though. After all, not everyone was well-versed in folklore. Harding decided to give her the benefit of the doubt, especially when she realized her rambling a moment later, and cut to the chase, presenting him with a large dream catcher.

His first impression was of curiosity. He took the catcher gently and looked it over, watching as the small blue stone in the central hole bobbed with gravity. It was a truly beautiful stone in its own curious way, not one he had seen before. The feathers were a beautiful touch as well. A simple leather thong extended from the top of the leather-bound circle, obviously to hang it. Harding looked it over one last time, then nodded in satisfaction. "I like this one. How much is it?"

Ah yes, the fatal question. With the extra accoutrements on it, it probably cost a fair amount, certainly more than a simpler one. Hopefully it would not be too expensive, however. He made a mental note to ask about books later, after he solved the matter of purchasing the dream-catcher.