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Never hurt to stock up before you abandoned your entire way of life for something that could get you killed. Maybe if the young mage had any sort of life skills, he'd know exactly what he needed. Rations, water, a map, that sort of thing. That is not what Raphael had learned in his twenty-four years. What Raphael had learned was attachment to the material. Especially when it came to things that held no intrinsic magical or otherwise value.
So here he was shopping for a trinket. The sort of thing that has meaning attached to due through nothing else but imagination. It's not like it would have been given to him by passing family member or found after a skirmish. Raphael had never known that kind of hardship. No, he would create its value. The way all art is valued, perhaps.
He wondered the oddity shop with his hood up and eyes scanning the multitudes of carved statues and faux daggers. Nothing so far had caught his eye while he was perusing. Just a bunch of mismatched nothings amid the crammed space the shop offered. Shoulder to shoulder whenever another patron passed him, he was beginning to grow irritated of the place. It was headache inducing at this point.
Until he saw it. A dainty brooch that would fit right on his jacket. A pink rain cloud with lightning shooting from it. It must have been stained glass, and excellently crafted at that.
It was perfect. He picked the brooch up with zero intention of paying and turned to the nearest customer as he put it up to his chest.
"Hey, does this look immaculate or what?"
So here he was shopping for a trinket. The sort of thing that has meaning attached to due through nothing else but imagination. It's not like it would have been given to him by passing family member or found after a skirmish. Raphael had never known that kind of hardship. No, he would create its value. The way all art is valued, perhaps.
He wondered the oddity shop with his hood up and eyes scanning the multitudes of carved statues and faux daggers. Nothing so far had caught his eye while he was perusing. Just a bunch of mismatched nothings amid the crammed space the shop offered. Shoulder to shoulder whenever another patron passed him, he was beginning to grow irritated of the place. It was headache inducing at this point.
Until he saw it. A dainty brooch that would fit right on his jacket. A pink rain cloud with lightning shooting from it. It must have been stained glass, and excellently crafted at that.
It was perfect. He picked the brooch up with zero intention of paying and turned to the nearest customer as he put it up to his chest.
"Hey, does this look immaculate or what?"