"'Tis an ancient relic from a lost civilization," Estinien deadpanned, holding a crooked sculpture very poorly coated in cheap yellow paint that, supposedly, proved his point beyond a shadow of a doubt. "And it came with a life-sized cardboard cutout of the Sultana," he added, gesturing at a shoddy piece of cardboard with a crudely drawn stick figure that one might've mistaken for the Sultana. There was a noticeable grease spot just over where her left cheek would've been, had her likeness been anywhere near accurate.

"Besides, the box says 'limited edition.'" It did, in fact, say that—or close to it, anyway, as the words 'Limtied Editoin' were scrawled on the side of an old box. "This was a bargain, and you simply lack the refined sensibilities to comprehend that fact."

This was what happened when Estinien was trusted with money and given free reign to roam the markets. His growing collection of incredible bargains included a variety of useless trinkets that would've, most certainly, given a more sensible man pause. But Estinien wasn't a sensible man. No, he was legendary among merchants as a gullible fool who could be convinced to buy practically anything for astronomical sums.

He had no idea.

"Look," Estinien argued, holding his relic out for the Warrior of Light to behold. "It even came with an instruction booklet. Clearly, the ancient peoples had a method of utilizing the relic's power." He held up the booklet, which amounted to little more than a handful of haphazardly glued together scraps of paper. One of the "pages" slowly peeled off, landing in a pool of dubious liquid. Estinien stared at it for a moment, then picked it up and stuck it back onto the booklet. "Water, I am certain." He was not certain. It smelled a little off.