Oarden sat on an old wooden stool, and tapped a silver coin on the table in front Of him. He studied the artefact that lay before him. It was a necklace with a long silver chain and a small golden symbol at the bottom. Who knows where they had found it, but a young group of sailors had brought it to him with the intention of selling it. He studied it closely. It was completely un damaged, but was it valuable? He didn't recognise the symbol, but it intrigued him. It was a hand, but it was on fire. The detail was insane. Oarden wanted it, but he couldn't let the sailors know. "How much do you want for it?" He asked, but without any interest. He palmed the coin in his hand and swapped it out with a bronze one. "Well that's a step in the wrong direction" one of the sailors commented. 
"I have to find a buyer for this... It just so happens that I know somebody that may be interested. But then again, he may not." A second bronze coin appeared in his hand. The sailers looked at each over, before nodding in agreement. "Yes, I think you have a deal." One of them said confidently