"When it comes to a mononoke, it is rare those with knowledge of it will share anything," he mused as a set of scales shaped like a small white bird floated up from the drawer, perching atop his box. They were pretty things, white and trimmed with gold and jewels and they dip a brief bow to Arthur before standing upright. A pair of bells dropped from the base of the trays with a soft chime as he got to work getting supper prepared.

"It does sound rather ominous, however."