The Merchant stares at you annoyed, clearly not a fan of bargaining- eventually he sighs "Fine, 80- but no lower" You can somehow tell he is smirking under the mask, hoping to salvage a deal, maybe he could be pushed further.
The second assistant, after finished her own deals swiftly following- waving through the people walking past as she approaches the knight. Her eyes shimmer a bright pink as she approaches, appearing to slightly shift and glow as she speaks.
Zeren shakes his head.
Nem seems completely confused, as if the explanation she and her master had given made perfect sense to her, cocking her head.
As you stare into the stone you feel an immense heat, replacing the nausea the others felt. The fever makes you delirious for just a moment as the heat builds up, burning away whatever effect the others suffered. After a moment you hear a voice, that of a small child.
The assistant smiled, putting her hand on the eye, immediately standing up straighter- more energetic as she climbs into the carriage. If anyone looks closely, they may notice that she has no shadow- and appears to disappear as soon as she steps into the dark confines of the shop.
Banli wouldn't notice any apparent effects following the "Exchange", merely the sudden nausea- though Banli may feel a sudden weight in an inner pocket in his robe as Nem looks at him for a moment, nodding before quickly returning to her conversation. Inside the pocket, should Banli choose to investigate- is a piece of a paper wrapped around a small crystal. neat text on the parchment reads:
The gnome raises a bushy eyebrow and reaches down into his pocket, pulling out the crystal and note with a curious eye. He reads the note and then looks carefully at the crystal, before pulling out his stone and touching it to the crystal.
Banli would see a flash of light and the world would shift. Where once was a crowd of people in a walled settlement is now a strange desert wasteland. The sand under Banli's feet is white, with distant mountains of obsidian being the only other landmark in this land. It appears to be night, though no cosmic bodies. The night sky is an empty void, though Banli can somehow see perfectly. Nearby, Banli can hear the sound of celebration- people talking, alien instruments playing, and a hearty laugh from a familiar voice.
As you wait for the others to finish their own purchases, you notice Banli freezes up and begins muttering something in a different tongue- not reacting to the world around him- the transport stone gripped firmly in his hand- now a crystalline finish covering the majority.
"I will have it delivered tomorrow- and I can ensure you- none of my goods are of a low quality. As a Wanderer Master I have papers verifying the maker and value of each of my products." Wanderer picked up the eye- returning it to its sheath as he waited for any more purcheses.
"I would need to consult my sources- but if I can find one by tomorrow you can pay when your friends receive their purchases." Wanderer scanned the crowd- eyes settling on Banli for a moment, the cloth mask shifting as he stared at him. "Your less enterprising friend seems a bit off... Curious."
She nods. “Very well. If you can acquire one, I would be interested. As for my friend, we have just recently met, so I cannot comment on his behavior. I suspect it is just his way.”
The Wanderer's eyes stay locked on Banli, reaching for the eye for a moment before snapping back to Dendarian. "Yes, I am most confident I can have one delivered from one of the storage outposts near the four hills fortress- my contacts with the hellions are sure to have found an object of that nature."
Across the sand dunes lies a small village- each home hewn of clay bricks. No smoke billows from the homes, and the majority are empty. In the center of the town, the townsfolk have gathered around a beacon of light- a pile of glowing glass orbs. Banli will begin to feel the chill in the air- though these people do not wear any clothing to protect against it- seemingly unaffected by the nights chill. Banli will feel heat from the orbs as a few of the village's elders take them from the piles and manipulate them, drawing the multicolored light from their center to create fantastical illusions. The people appear human in nature, though the majority are taller than Banli remembers. The merriment is infectious as a man in a brilliant violet cloak claps and laughs while the people dance around the pile- a young woman smiling at his side, speaking to a young boy. At the edges of the group a figure stands- cloaked, a pack full of traveling equipment at his side as he holds a smaller orb, muttering to it as he looks to the largest mountain.
