Can you tell me where we're headin', Lincoln county road or armageddon

Overcome with a sudden itch, Pestilence scratched it until it tore, the mushroom flying off along with pieces of her ear. Whatever, that was one mushroom down and a few dozen to go. She was about to get to work on scratching off the remainder of them when her attention blurred, a dream-like state beginning to phase in around her. Alarr was gone, and the cloaked figure was back. "Hello." Pesto greeted him nervously. How were you supposed to address a weird, mystical creature in a day dream? She glanced about his table of wares, then gestured to the Racing Shoes. "I'll take those, I suppose." She realized suddenly she had no currency to barter with - when mysteriously a few floating crystals and mushrooms poofed into the air before her. She swatted a floating crystal to the ground, then lightly dropped it upon the hooded figure's table as payment.