Market of the Bone Collector
Your lion wanders and wanders, finding himself to be in a dense jungle. He had heard rumors of a shop here, only showing itself at night. The shop was said to be guarded by fierce and beautiful lionesses, protecting the items within. It was said to be ran by a dark king, fearsome and vicious. Your lion shifted uneasily, walking a bit further. He stumbles over a rock, turning head over tail till he stops. At the foot of a towering male with a multicolored mane and dark body, the Bone Collector Tzitzimitl himself. "What is this? A visitor? Welcome, welcome! All are welcome here, even rival kings. But just for the night, you understand, don't you?" The dark king purred. Your lion quickly nodded his head. "Good. Please, take a look." the Bone Collector beckoned.
