Elbion, what a wonderful sight, what a wonderful feeling. After a long hard month of travel Zane finally arrived at the great city. It was a busy day at East port or perhaps it was always this rowdy and full of life; after all this was Zanes first time visiting Elbion. He would usually be more than happy slowly taking it all in; having a wander down different streets not looking for anything, talking to locals about nothing in particular, just experiencing this new world. However sleeping on the cold hard ground for a number of weeks tends to dampen ones sense of adventure. The East port was the place to be if one wanted to trade and that’s exactly what Zane intended to do, he didn’t have any coins to speak of on his person but he did have a few interesting trinkets and treasures that he had acquired during his travels, if he could sell something to one of these merchants hopefully it would be able to cover the cost of an inn for a couple of nights. The thought of an actual bed to sleep on forced Zane to suppress a childlike giggle. “Alright” he said to himself “let’s make some money” he tried his best to look somewhat presentable using the reflection from a cracked window of a small rundown building, It was a losing battle; his sandy blonde hair was now a tattered mess - overgrown in all the wrong places and absolutely filthy, his crimson red cloak that he hid most of his body in was more brown that red at this point and he looked tired, oh so tired. Zane sighed ‘Oh well, poor, hungry, tired, down on his luck traveler is the role I’ll have to play whilst bartering’ as he made his way through the crowd towards an empty stall he chuckled to himself ‘what am I thinking? I don’t need to play that role, that’s exactly what I am.’ “The finest gemstones and crystals for low low prices!” Shouted one tall dark merchant who was obviously having trouble attracting costumers, another trader was having much better luck; an elderly women who was selling a variety of materials from Elven silks to leather hides. Zane chose to do his business at a quiet stall that was selling a bunch of mismatching items; some expensive looking jewellery, rusty weapons, books and what appeared to be alchemic ingredients. The man behind the stall was a large individual both in length and width, his skin was tanned and hairless, his bald head shone in the sunlight and he was covered in small piercings; it would take a few minutes to count how many he had on his face alone. His gold and silver robe glistened as it caught some of the suns brightness, everything about this man was designed to attract attention. “Good afternoon young man, you look like someone who’s in need of some new clothing” his manner of speaking and disarming smile made it difficult to take offence, Zane returned a playful smile of his own “I probably do but that’s not why I’m here. I have some rare treasures in my possession that I’d be willing to part with for the right price” the merchants smile faltered for the briefest of moments, he quickly composed himself “I’m afraid that my stock is more than full” he gestured to his merchandise “it would be bad business to spend any coin before I’ve sold at least a few items...now, trading goods for other goods seems like a much more profitable option” it was Zanes turn for his smile to slip; he didn’t really care if he undersold one of his treasures, he just wanted enough money for a hot meal a bath and comfy bed to sleep on, acquiring more items wasn’t going to accomplish that any quicker. Zane searched one his may pockets sown to the inside of his cloak until he found what he was looking for, he pulled out a small glass bottle, brilliant blue light trashed around inside glass container. “What...what is that?” The big man asked not even trying to hide his curiosity. A sly smile appeared on Zanes lips “why this...is lightning in a bottle.” “Where did you acquire such a thing?” Asked the merchant. “Oh it’s a long and extremely interesting story but one that I can’t get into right now.” The truth of the story was that he shared his campfire and some food with a desperate traveler and out of gratitude he gave him a bottle of lightning. “Surely this is worth at least a few zoldo, let’s say...7?” The merchant laughed “5 Zoldo” Zane responded with a sigh, he knew he could get a lot more for it but he was too tired for this “fine.” Just before handing over the bottle he heard something, a voice, no, he didn’t hear it he felt it in his very soul. A voice, calling to him from an old coin; it was sliver, twice as big as a docatto the markings on it had faded. The merchant didn’t seem to feel anything he was fixated on the lightning. “I’ll take that coin too.” “Yes yes fine, now if that concludes our business do you mind moving on? Your smell is scaring away potential customers I fear” after an apologetic smile Zane moved away from the busy market place heading towards an inn, he was focusing intently on the coin; Zane didn’t posses any magical skills but even he could tell this was brimming with magic - dark magic at that. “Erm...can you hear me?” He asked the coin feeling a little silly. ‘Yes human, but I do not wish to hear from you again until I require you to speak.’ The voice was a lot clearer this time, a cold shiver ran down his spine, however he was more curious than afraid. He threw his head back in a comical fashion and laughed. “You’re very rude considering you basically begged me to buy you back there” the coin did not respond. Zane continued to head for an inn throwing and catching the ancient coin as he walked.