The man looks Johnny up and down before answering. "600 dollars, or equivalent magical ingredients."
"600 dollars? I don't have that."
"Then I suppose you'll have to provide equivalent magical ingredients."
"Um, I don't think I have that either."
"A lock of your hair should suffice."
"Of my hair? My hair is worth $600 to you?"
The man grows more condescending, clearly wishing Johnny would just buy the thing and get out. "Your parents; they have common hair, no? Black, or brown?"
Johnny is creeped out, but compelled to answer anyway. "Yes."
"And you're a virgin?"
"Yes, I am." Johnny feels the words being pulled out of his mouth. He notices the man stroking the stone forcefully.
"That is enough. You are rarer than you know. Give me a lock of your hair and the Tenallardis is yours."
The old man produces a pair of scissors and gives them to Johnny, who quickly cuts off a section of hair and hands it over. The man produces a ribbon and ties it together, handing Johnny the stone. Johnny feels the pull relax. He is able to control his own actions again. Looking at the polished stone, he notices the odd spot of hair missing from his head and regrets cutting it off. Suddenly...
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