[h3][b][i][color=b3c0ef][center]Persephone[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=b3c0ef]Location:[/color][/b] Salarn Jeweler, Crossed Swords Inn and Tavern
[b][color=b3c0ef]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Jeweler, Femnal[/center]

	[color=b3c0ef]"So you have no idea what this is, then?"[/color] Seph asked, holding out the dull, dark amber stone in her palm. She already knew the answer, but it was worth hearing. She only needed one time to be different.

	"I'm afraid not, dear," the jeweler, an old white-haired man, said. He looked apologetic, which was all the evidence Seph needed to guess he was telling the truth. What cause would he have to lie to her? "You might try the apothecary, though? Perhaps he will know more."

	[color=b3c0ef]"Already did,"[/color] Seph said, closing her fingers around the stone and sliding it back into its soft leather pouch. The pouch she dropped into a small bag clipped to the side of her belt. She nodded, tapping the jeweler's counter top lightly and reaching two fingers into another pouch. [color=b3c0ef]"Thank you anyway. For your time,"[/color] she flipped a single coin through the air, into the old man's hand. He nodded and smiled as Seph departed.

	The air was unseasonably humid, causing Seph to tug at the neck of her robe as she walked. It had been a long day. The young healer and would-be monk had arrived in Salarn earlier that day, just after the day's raid from the orcs. Though she had not participated, Seph was quick to lend her services in the aftermath. Many were injured in the fighting. Some were too far gone to be saved by her own modest skills, but others were more fortunate. More than a few of those that had fought only still lived because of her efforts.

	In all, it was enough to earn her free drinks and a place to stay at the inn for as long as she needed. Such kindness was not uncommon, Seph found, when skilled healing services were freely offered, especially in times of war. Seph graciously accepted, and vowed to not entirely drain their stores of ale and wine. In fact it was only now that her work was finished and her questions asked for the day, that Seph finally allowed herself to relax, and entered the inn.

	The mood inside immediately drew a smile to her lips, and she made her way to the bar, settling sideways on a stool and catching the eye of the boisterous gnome serving drinks. [color=b3c0ef]"I think it's well past time I had a pint. How about it?"[/color]