:As you turn the mask on and go out to see who is talking, you see your father talking to two men.:
:The first is Fredick Misterborgi, Guild Master of the Merchants, a portly blonde man who wore nice clothes. The other a tall and thin man, in charge of the local church, Father Micahel Glibbin.:
Father: Four platinum!? Surely you jest, these are relics of the great magic war.
Michael: We know you built your house and fed you children on illegal magic devices. Please, we need to keep these things safe from the public.
Fredick: I am willing to go higher, though it's because I know those who make it worth my while, collectors and would be cultists. Sure you can burn those heretics but not me, or the whole state from here to Luxor would be ablaze with my information.
Father: Right right. Look, the five items are in the basement tomorrow ok? Cna look through them then. :His keys on wrist link led to the basement, never was allowed there, now you know why.:
"Now excuse me, go home to your families, I will retire for the night.
:Scene ends, daddy apparently a black market dealer in magic items. Well, what now? Snatch those keys and see what he has? Already got the dirt that could light the world on fire, what now? Mask, is getting foggy but can still work it's charms.: