Balasar snorts, creating a plume of frost as he scorers through the scrolls being handed to him by his assistant. These adventurers and their hoarding issues are the bane of his existence. As if he doesn’t have enough on his plate. He bounties to post, quests to assign, training to schedule…and now his adventurers are bringing apparently rare items that he has no knowledge or record of. He’s going to have to write to his Mentor’s guild…and maybe hit up the hot spring later. He can hear his assistant rummaging around as well.