SCG Daily – Doctor Mox’s Tricks of the Trade
Dear Doctor Mox, I’m terrible at trading. I’ve lost count of the times I’ve handed over my valuable rares for a handful of diabolical tat. Once, I even traded away my packed lunch, my bus-fare and my trousers. I had to walk home hungry with my bits a-floppin’. Help me, Doctor Mox. I’ve Pale Moons in every pocket, Solarions on every surface, and Mudholes coming out of my mudhole!
Blessings to you, oh fine purveyors of Magical miscellany. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and the local bums are merrily fighting. It is…
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