Maverick's Literatures

Nelphis had been down on his luck, the last of his cons had fallen through on account of his convoluted, or as he'd call them "brilliant" schemes. He needed a simple job. Something low-risk, high reward. Recently, he'd heard of this lonely old maid, somewhat of a warlock. She made living dolls her trade, though her real wealth was based in a substantial farming operation. The exclusivity of the dolls made her all the richer, allowing for a reclusive lifestyle. Of all the special dolls she'd made, there was one that was more valuable than the rest. Her beloved Molly, who she treasured like a daughter. Only the finest of material was put to the creation of Molly: unicorn hair, Selkie leather and the like. That kind of wealth, both material and magical attracted many a seller, but there was no price to be put to what Lady Elliot perceived as perfection. If he could but steal away such a prized possession, oh the wealth he could attain!