Forcing open his hand…

With what will likely be his final act, his grip tightens. Barely able to even let out a groan he tries to resist but eventually you take from him every last bit of fight he has left. The wastrel scum was barely worth the heel of your boot.

He lays there in the sand, unmoving as you claim your prize.
It’s a white cube. It is segmented as if it’s parts should move, like something akin to a toy. There are faint engravings on it’s surface that you don’t quite recognize.

Perhaps it may fetch a fine price…


Flag down the collectors right away!! You may yet finally make your dreams of ascension a reality.

You’ve heard of someone who pays handsomely for trinkets such as this. You’ve always had little faith in the Zephyrians and wish to make your name in other ways…