Cisco. The bustling city sounds, the clatter of cars, the murmur of the crowd..faded into a dull, meaningless roar. He stood frozen on the cobblestones, a man witnessing the ghost of his own future wealth vanish into thin air.
I don't have any.
The words echoed, a death knell for his grand plans. How? How had he been so wrong? He'd seen the power, the arrogance, the sheer otherworldly presence! People with that kind of demeanor didn't not have money! It was against the natural order!
His mind raced, frantically searching for a single clue he'd missed, a sign that should have warned him he was guiding a walking, talking bankruptcy.
Then, his eyes, sharpened by years of appraising anything of value, snagged on a glint of polished metal. The ring on Baelgor's finger. It was an elegant, understated piece, but it hummed with a faint, potent energy he could almost feel from a pace away. A spatial ring. A high-grade one, by the look of it.
