Cursed Amulet

If you can't make the trek up to see Lavinia Moirai, or you simply want something to fit a more refined taste, Maladiction's on Bridge street is the place to go. Of course the jewlery isn't always cursed. Malachy Maladiction makes some very fine custom pieces and has trained a whole host of apprentices since leaving the corporeal state. But they're also a terrible bookeeper and never did adopt a good system for tracking their inventory. So its good to be cautious about whatever they tell you. After all, it would be a shame to give your intended a ring that causes them to only speak in Haiku, or your grandmother a neclace that makes everything taste of strawberries. (It may seem pleasant at first, but really think about it for a minute.)

Malachy's father, who has insisted on haunting the wood behind the shop for the last hundred and fifty years, likes to grumble to anyone who will listen that "My fool of a child is all style and no substance! What did they have to go pulling down my old shop for and putting up that big gaudy thing with all them windows? The glazing alone cost a fortune I tell you! And what pray tell was wrong with my shop? It served us Maladictions just fine for three generations. And the shame I feel knowing they're staying on, running the place, not setting up a nice haunt and settling down for the afterlife like a propper ghost! I don't know what this world is comming to, I don't."

But with a little luck and perseverance, you can find the perfect peice to fit your cursed amulet or tiara needs at Maladiction's.