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Leaving the useless lamp on the ground, Artificer moved towards some abandoned trash, poking through it carefully and sorting it.

The piles made little sense, as to an observer there really was no system.

But to him? Things that could be useful. Solid materials that he could maybe, possibly use when he entered that trance.

Something to help figure things out, maybe. Maybe this time it could be better. Better gig. Maybe he could sell it. Laying low had perks but... Well, it was complicated. And he couldn't just sell any of the work. He needed some pieces.

[Color=maroon]"Can't sell the Beads, too dangerous."[/color] he muttered absently to himself.