Rilr sat in the towns local tavern. It wasn't the nicest place to stay but with his budget and the fact that he wasn't in a guild it was good enough. The room was only lightly decorated. A bare wooden floor and whitewashed walls with a few cracks in places. The window was smashed - no doubt some rowdy patrons who had a little too much to drink - so there was a constant draught coming through it , luckily the night had been warm.

The furniture was of an equal value to the walls and floor. A single bed with a straw mattress and a simple burlap ticking covering it was sat in the corner on its side. Rilr had fallen out of it during the night and taken it with him. The chair he was sat on was some cheap wood and looked like it was about to lose a leg. The table accompanying it was wonky and had an chunk missing from the side. It wasn't pleasant to use for any form of work either due to its rough surface. The only other furniture was the candle on the table the only thing that would light the room during the night.

Rilr sighed to himself as he counted the merchandise on the table. Three useless amulets that lost their power, one with some form of charm he couldn't make out on it - maybe the guild had a charms master? He didn't know one in the town. Otherwise he had nothing. He could make what? 15,000 jewels from the useless amulets? Probably less. The one with a charm on it he didn't know. 

He stood and placed his findings in his pocket. That ruin wasn't worth his time. None of the ones he'd been delving into recently were. He put on his jacket and left the inn - time to sell these amulets.