The desert market, the largest market on this half of the continent... your stall was small, and not a lot of people showed up, but you did have a regular customer... Ayaan, a man who almost never spoke, but was there every single day.

He walked up to the stand, setting down a bag of copper and pointing to the product he wanted, his bright green eyes never leaving your own... he spoke up, his voice low and gravely

"That one."