Lunamor

Granted. (Mistborn spoilers) I wish for some Lerasium.

“For… the bowls?” Lunamor paused for a moment, thinking. He held one of the bowls up and inspected it. They were some of his nicer ones, made of a dark brown wood that was hard to get in the lowlands. ”For both bowls, 2 diamond clips. But only because you are my friend.”

Very accurate, I rate your title Ookla/Ookla.

Granted. It’s 12 feet tall. I wish for allomantic pewter abilities.

I’m glad I’m on mobile and can’t see them, then!

Lunamor strolled over to the bar and began rearranging some of the bottles. He looked up as Kaladin approached. ”Do you guys need something to drink?”

Eza nodded and followed Lum, now somehow even more confused. Was Lucy another version of their host? As soon as Lucky/Leucine got out of earshot, she began to pepper Lum with questions. ”Is that lady multiple people? Like, does she just morph into different women? And why’s she got that weird tattoo on her arm? I don’t think that could make someone turn into a different person.” She paused in thought, then gasped. ”Is she a kandra!?” Eza had never seen a kandra before. Well, probably. You never knew. She did know some stuff about them, though. Every Scadrian had heard tales of the super old, shapeshifting secrets agents. She continued to speak, not waiting for an answer. ”Does she eat people and wear their bones? Is she actually a pile of goop? Is she sometimes a dog?”

cheese is inherently an effective

Proof: He breaks people while in the sky. Theory: Adolin lied about eating chicken for breakfast.

Goat. Goat never changes.

I summon the bees from your profile picture and make them sting you, causing you to drop the sandwich. I then take it.

I wear sneakers but probably couldn’t tell the difference. TPBM makes their bed in the morning.

Granted. You gain a crippling fear of public speaking. I wish for the ability to speak with slugs.