"Excuse me, but who are you? And how did you get in here?" Liz asked the old man in the grey robe who was wandering the aisles of the shop after closing time. "The shop is closed, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave." she said to him.
The elderly looking gent turned, and smiled at Liz. "Ahh, but my dear young lady, I'm not here to 'shop' as you call it," he chuckled, sounding quite posh.
"Then why are you here?" Liz inquired, as a couple of other staff members, Luke and Mona approached, curious as to who the 'tresspasser' was.
"Oh, just thought I'd drop in for a visit." the old man said, sounding quite jovial.
Liz was unimpressed. "I'm sorry, but you're going to have to come with me." she said to the old man, who didn't seem too upset by the new.
"Lead the way my dear." the old man chuckled. And he followed Liz towards the Help Desk, where Liz picked up the phone and put a call through to Elizabeth in the manager's office upstairs. She just said that she needed her down on the shop floor to deal with 'a matter'. By the time Elizabeth had come downstairs, there was quite the gathering around the help desk. Liz, Mona, Luke, Rob, Rebekah, Liam and Steven were all there, curious as to what a man with a long white beard and a grey robe was doing in the store. And more staff were either peeking from their aisles or approaching to 'rubber-neck'.
Elizabeth's arrival on the shop floor was heralded by the clicking of her high heels on the floor. "What is it love?" the manager asked. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the old man in the robe standing by the help desk.
Liz sighed. "I found this gentleman wandering the store. He won't tell me how he got in. And he just said he dropped in for a visit." she explained to her boss.
Elizabeth stepped forward, trying to look her professional best. "So, can I ask who you are?" she asked the old man.
"Of course, since you're treating me with such politeness." the old man laughed. "Eorlund's the name, and trickery and mischief are my game." he stated, as he glanced over at Rebekah and arched an eyebrow while smiling.
"Well, Mr... Eorlund, may I ask how you got into the shop?" Elizabeth next inquired.
"Why I materialized of course." he answered. "Teleportation spells can be tricky things I know, somethimes you don't know where you'll end up. But they work most of the time." he chortled.
The staff exchanged worried glances. They were now sure they were dealing with a nutjob. "Um... spells?" Elizabeth muttered, clearing her throat as she spoke. She couldn't hide her scepticism.
Eorlund nodded. "Yes my dear, spells. You know... arcane magic, witchcraft etc." he said.
Now it was Liz's turn to sound sceptical. "Magic?" she scoffed a little.
"Your ignorance is really not a surprise I must say. But just because you do not believe in magic - doesn't mean it does not exist." Eorlund calmly responded to the store employees stood around him. A grin then appeared on Eorlund's face. "Allow me to give a demonstration of my power." he mumbled, holding up his hand and giving a quick flick of his wrist. A swirl of glowing energy enveloped his hand, and as he then rotated his hand - the energy spiraled outwards and separated into a load of mini, magical tornadoes... enveloping each of the Wilkos employees in turn.
The multiplied, swirling, twisters of magical energy...
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