[High Spirits]A simple box[Liandra]

[Mist]

40 Summer 512 A normal sunny day. In the middle of summer. There was nothing to mark this day as odd, from any other. It had not rained in a few days, was dry out. Clear skies, with many Akalaks running around enjoying the sun. Every so often, the quiet would be disturbed, by one of these Akalakan youth, racing by, sometimes groups of them. But by midday, it grew quiet once more, the atmosphere dead. Nessela decided since it had been so slow, to go out and get a bite to eat. Leaving the shop in the hands of Liandra. For another 10 chimes nothing happened. And then a man came in, an Akalak, on the short side for one, at a mere 6'3". But the most distinguishing thing about him was not his appearance, his average blue skin and short cropped black hair. But the box sitting in his arms. A black box, with a mix of runes and sigils painted onto it, making it appear quite dramatic. He looked around, and said to the general shop, with no specific target. "Hello? I have a bit of something here, and I was hoping to sell it. I hear you buy such things. Perhaps we can come to some deal."

[Liandra]

Nessela was out for the day, and Liandra was playing a game with the friendlier ghosts that liked to lounge around in her shop. She'd sit at the table, eyes closed, and the three ghosts would hide somewhere in the room, and it was her job to try and detect them.

"Twenty seven Otani, twenty eight Otani, twenty nine Otani, thirty Otani, here I come!"

The Charodae woman opened her large blue eyes, and began to scan the shop looking for any signs of a ghost, or getting a gut feeling. "Always trust the gut when it comes to ghosts," one of Nessela's favorite teachings. Her eyes trailed along the wall, to the bookshelf, when she got the tingle. Her eyes began studying it even more closely, looking for any sign. The books were still, the scrolls unwavering, the paintbrushes wiggling. Wait, wiggling?

"You're on the second shelf there."

There was a loud sigh as the ghost floated down to the floor and made himself visible, "Why do you always find me first?"

"Because you were a fatty in life, and are fat in death. You need to shed a few pounds," she said with a wink. She started looking around for the other two, knowing that they would likely be in their usual places. She got up and walked over to the beat up and grungy couch, and began steeling her mind, so that she would be extremely solid to all but the most powerful of ghosts. She selected a memory that reminded her of strength. It was the day she stumbled upon the giant eels nest, and thought she was going to die. As the eels were coming for her, an entire pod of Velispars crashed down upon them and began to devour them, ripping them to shreds, creating a cloud of blood. There was no beast stronger than the Velispar, and she tried to mold her will to mimic them. Then she sat down on the couch, or rather above the couch, having stopped by an invisible presence. As she sat upon the ghost's lap, she wiggled her butt slightly against him, knowing he had a crush on her that he would never act upon, "Found you too. You really don't try hard at this game."

There was a low yowl from above in the rafters followed by a muted shhh. Liandra smiled and looked up, and there was Sparkles, the ghost Howlwing, batting and yowling at something unseen. She knew who was there, and went to go grab the broom, when she saw her trident in the corner. She remembered her teachers at the Sasarans, "Just as you have immersed yourself into our culture, immerse your weapon and combat trainings into your life." She smiled and grabbed the trident, and flipped it around, so that the blunt end was pointing upward. She then began poking around in the rafters til she hit something solid that oomphed. "Found you Shakra, thank you for helping Sparkles."

She flipped the trident around to put it back in the corner, when she saw an Akalak walk in, one who was just barely taller than her. He was cute, but in a city of hunks, he was just average, though she was quite fond of his shorter hair. Her eyes traveled down to the box he held, "Hello there, I'm Liandra and this is High Spirits, come come, sit down, would you like some tea?" Liandra quickly made her way to the fireplace, where Nessela always insisted on keeping a kettle of water. Liandra grabbed the kettle and set it on the wooden table, and grabbed two saucers and cups, which she quickly placed some tea leaves in to. She poured the boiling into the cups, then set one in front of a chair for the man. "Please, please sit. You say you'd like to sell this? Before you show it to me, might I ask why you are wanting to sell it? And why us here at High Spirits."

[Mist]

Upon hearing her speak, the Akalak suddenly turned to her. He took a moment to look her over, clearly a bit put off by her appearance. Perhaps he had never met one of her race before? They were not exactly common around these parts. He did not notice the ghosts about, or there presence, though he did seem rather preoccupied by the box in his hands. He followed Liandra along over to the table, to have some tea, but did not pick up the cup, keeping the box in his hands. "I don't want it anymore. It is my property, but is just taking up space. Better to sell it to you, and get some miza off of it. It is just collecting dust in my home. And I am fairly certain, it is something you deal in." Having said that, he opened the box, and tilted it, so Liandra could see within. Inside, was a long bleach white bone. Possibly human, or some other sentient creatures, though it was hard to say at first glance. In its center, was a circle carved into it, with a eye depicted in the center. "So what will you give for it and the box?"