The Mental Menagerie

Celena continues making snow angels in the dust while an elderly man steps out from the back. He's sporting the tonsure hairstyle and is bedecked in traditional monk's attire. The only thing out of place is the rather high tech tablet computer he's holding.

"Please forgive the child, she is rather attention starved, but her heart is in the right place. Welcome to the Mental Menagerie, we sell experiences, events, skills, abilities, dreams and everything in between. So tell me young one, is there anything missing in your life?" As he says this he presses the screen of his touchpad purposefully and the Mental Menagerie's Mind Manipulating Machine (*TM) decends from the ceiling behind him.