Come in closer! Gather 'round! You will not regret it. Yes. That's it. Closer...
Allow me to introduce myself. I am the one, the only, the most remarkable Saan de Verre, with tales to tell and wares to sell, come to stay but a single night in your...quaint little town. Perhaps you have heard of me? The bards of Sye still spin sweet song commemorating my marvelous devices. Ah, you should hear the tales, little one! Came he swiftly, Saan de Verre/From far the bleakest western Plight/This black-of-heart had blacker hair/He bore the mage's gift and sight. I saved the king of Sye from a dreadful illness, which had so tragically struck him three days before my arrival. I was rewarded handsomely for my kind heart. Of course, you did not come for an old fool's stories, did you? No...you wish to see artifacts!
I know the tent is dark. I know that shape roosting sinisterly in the back looks an awful lot like a vulture. But come, what's mystery and wonder without a little apprehension?
Don't touch that! Yes, the red crystal. It's Bloodstone. A rare and intriguing piece, to be sure. It was shown to me by a peddler in southern Verince, where the cities balance precariously atop pinnacles of lichen-stained stone. The man was a charming fellow, but offered the most outrageous price. As circumstance had it, the poor peddler died later that day. Heart attack, they say, or possibly heat stroke. I approached the grieving widow to offer my condolences and discovered that everything in the late peddler's cart was being sold off at bargain value. The Bloodstone piece was an invaluable addition to the collection you see before you. Is there anything else my esteemed guest would like to hear about from the magnificent Saan de Verre? I have tales to tell and wares to sell! They can be yours...for a price.
The bracelet? You have a remarkably keen eye, my friend. See the six red stones? They are frozen coals from the Burning Hills. As long as one wears this bracelet, they will never want for warmth. I knew a man once who crossed the Naian Mountains bearing a bracelet like this with neither coat nor cloak and made it out unscathed. Hmm, the price for such a thing is very...difficult. Would you happen to have any family members you don't care for? Only jesting, of course, Saan de Verre would never ask such a thing. Fifty and six, perhaps?
Ah. I see the look in your eyes. You are not willing to part with so large a sum. Such a shame, such a shame. You see, dearest friend, Saan de Verre knows things. I know that winter will be harsh on your little village. I fear for you, friend. The omens are quite grim.
Once, a woman scoffed at my omens as I see you do now. She did not buy the charm that would have protected her from evil, and two days later she went into the woods and did not return. Believe Saan de Verre when he says you must heed the omens. A death of slow, creeping cold is not a pleasant one.Where are you going? We have only just begun! Stay a while longer, dear friend, and listen. I am, after all, the infamous Saan de Verre. I have tales to tell and wares to sell! Do stay, o ill-fated friend!
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