Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180124092153/@comment-26108027-20180205040152

"No, no, the plague is ancient. It existed around the First Contact times."

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Tiral pulls some strange-looking crystals off of the ring he pulled out of his pocket. They're flat and in different shapes and colors.

A square green crystal, a triangular yellow crystal, a slightly round red crystal, an hourglass-shaped violet crystal, and a star-shaped blue crystal. They all have holes in the center so they can slide on and off of the metal ring.

Tiral places three yellow crystals on the merchant's desk.

"Ehma."

"Ehma?" The merchant looks over Tiral's shoulder at Akata, then back at him. "Irail Smigs."

Tiral's mouth drops open. He takes his crystals back before placing a single red crystal on the desk.

"Ehma, plas verge."

"Verge? Twah Hanhs."

Tiral grits his teeth before placing another red crystal on the desk. The merchant grins and hands the wolf mask to Tiral.