you are a traveling explorer, constantly on the move and gathering special artifacts and magical trinkets you find on your journeys. On this particular day you were exploring a forgotten temple. As the burning golden light from your lantern lit the room, you saw something fall off a short table- a clay jar had rolled towards your feet. You picked up the jar, it was quite beautiful and delicate in design. When you opened it- there was a soft, dim light inside it. And there was a voice from …inside the jar?

“Hey! Close my jar you prick!”