The beer keg at the back of the bar, enveloped in dust and dirt from every year that had passed, sat and waited patiently. A spiders web settling in the top right inner rim of its lid, a single string of fine sticky silk hanging from the cork. Blotted dark spots and minute craters decorate the soft stopper, a breath of weight to its insignificant mass.
Beneath the rough wooden exterior is a gelatinous mass of purple and deep green, an aberration of incredible power. At the center of this writhing color is a crystal ring of incomprehensible worth, a bright golden yellow gem worked into its simple design. A subtle humming comes from the ornate gem, nearly impossible to hear through the thick goo surrounding it.
And so, patiently, as it has for many years, the mimic rested upon the middle shelf - ignored and content.
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