Wonderkind

It was still, once again a simple, silver bracelet that only looked like a snake.

 

It almost looked like a Phoenix feather, and despite no bottle being around the tip had fresh ink on it.

 

It was golden ink. The tip of the pen didn't look used at all, even after she wrote with it.

 

It was blue glass with brownish liquid inside. It mostly smelt like cheap booze.

 

It seemed like a plain linen bag, but was relatively good quality and large.

 

He was at the counter asking the woman, who was now awake, if she knew anything about maps or hearthstones.

 

She was leaned back, her hands folded. Zerras looked over at her.

"I don't think this is the place. Did you find anything?"

 

The old woman looked ancient, her hair gray hair wild and eyes wide.

"Why thank you, my dear."

Zerras frowned.

"What did you find?"

 

"But nothing we're looking for," he said with a sigh. "Let's go."

 

He nodded, heading out. They began walking on the dirt path again.