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“And this… you are certain it hails from those lands?”
“My friend, it is as true as the sun’s kiss in Zerran that this treasure is worth a great deal to you. That you were so willing to do this favour for me speaks volumes of its pricelessness… yet to me it was simply inventory.”
“I care not that it means so little to you, scholar.”
“You should. Oh, and a word from the wise, bastard. If you believe this is all it takes to secure a life mate for you then may one humbly suggest you fashion it into something first that can be adorned as something truly precious, yes?”
Growls
“Very well. I see you wish to move on. Nevertheless, a fair exchange has been made. May Elora smile upon you.”
– Varg & Xathris
It is said that deep in the heart of Alaina Forest lies a precious mineral that is considered sacred to its people for its life-giving properties and its curious likeness to those chosen by the goddess herself. Indeed, such is the nature of her so-called offspring, who are said to boast eyes that swirl in a brilliant spectacle of blues, browns and green. Rarely does their gaze resist such a combination even when they take mates outside their realm, for to lose such a trait is to lose the goddess’ protection over them. A trait many among them believe is a blessed gift of the divine.
Before Varg sought Ayla’s hand in marriage he found the perfect gift for her while braving the markets of Haven, which he usually sought to avoid. In truth, Varg despised most forms of civilisation yet what he sought could not be simply found on the ground, nor slain to reap any treasure worthy of his love’s attention. Something truly special.
Fortunately, he found it when he saw this precious jewel that reminded him of his love’s gaze and her kin’s origin. Yet such a find seemed almost too good to be true and Varg was not a wealthy man. What he earned usually came in the currency of favours and though this was usually fine for him it was hardly something merchants traded in.
Yet the stall’s owner was as rare as the jewel he sought. A scholar masquerading as a merchant, no less.
His name was Xathris. A kyrathi seeking the ancient mysteries of his people, he loathed to admit his fortunes of late were bleak and found himself opening a merchant’s stall to recover costs for an adventure. An adventure that had seemingly put him at odds with the locals when not a single soul among them wished to brave ancient ruins he sought to explore before fate called him back to his homeland, Zerran. Not that Varg cared about any of this…
What he did care about was the scholar’s offer to take him to the ruins and serve as his protector. All for this jewel.
Alas, what they found there is a story for another day... or is it? It is one Varg has never cared to tell.
As for the kyrathi, Xathris? Unfortunately for Varg, his is a name he won’t soon forget.
Yay, more lore! As for the jewel, it’s something simple but with a lot of meaning.
Art / DRAGONBOUND – BLISS - © Kris Paul Love