You’re wandering the streets of Umbral Hollow, looking at the various vendors when you notice a tiny Seelie, locked in a lantern for sale.

While the sight is not uncommon, this one is particularly sad. Her glow is dimming.

The vendor, a young man who has various other fae-related things, watches you stare at the Seelie lantern.

“Twenty gold for her.” He says simply.