He picks up the charm, a rusted, almost metallic seeming orb of old, with jade detailing. It feels cold in his hand -- left unused for a long time-- despite being almost antediluvian in nature; it’s existence surely predating even the first of Wooju’s ancestors. He wonders if the shop are aware of it’s origins, placing it back on the shelf amongst the usual magic supply shop wares, to give the room a proper once-over; he hadn’t even noticed the woman behind the counter until now. “You have some interesting things here. Do you know much about the history of this?” ... @sweetchained











