I hear the fruit-call but I dare not look

Setting: The goblin market. Few fey are goblins; rarely can they get along well enough to make market. But an uncanny, unknowable being has something you want, and is willing to part with it for the right price. Roll d10.

1: A widow’s tears of happiness.

2: Your father’s love.

3: Forty days of abstinence.

4: Your second memory.

5: To watch through your eyes for a year and a day.

6: Urine pissed over a crown.

7: A thimble of dew from a don’t.

8: News of the true king.

9: The first bloom of spring.

10: To trade names with you.

Only the fey know what the fey want.