To occupy her time as the carriage rattled forwards, Giselle played with the pendant which hung delicately from her neck. The silvery-white stone in the center a radiated a faint magic glow.
They called it Lunite. It’s glimmering glow in darkness grows stronger with the waxing moon, and weakens as she wanes. Legend says the mineral was cast down from the moon goddess, Lunaea, as a gift for those with an affinity for magic. It bore no known uses aside from acting as a powerful arcane focus, which magic could flow through like water, or more commonly yet as a simple yet beautiful bauble. Very few Bitemarshers held any use for the stuff, yet veins of it were recently uncovered in droves, hidden deep within the northern mountains.
And this dear reader is the only reason a proper elf, one with any dignity that is, would stoop so low as to visit such a strife-ridden kingdom. Bitemarsh had Lunite, and the Elven Council wanted it. For what reason though was up for grabs. She looked to the lockbox seated next to her, knowing full well of the riches within. Gold and platinum coins, delicately minted with the crests and faces of various Bitemarsh nobility, a persuasive investment ahead of any trade to come.
One thing crossed her mind as the journey carried on. Where were all the people?
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