"Rossum came?!"
It was only about a week since Angor visited Rossum. Seemed the Ashen Traders already found clues about where to find a "scroll of luck".
"What did he say?" asked Angor.
"He told me a name…" Freud recalled. "But I don't think it was of any help, though."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, he said he had a friend who's selling the scroll you're seeking. But you can't get it by paying magic crystals. The seller wishes to exchange it for something else."
Exchanging properties was common among wizards, so this wasn't a problem. But Angor got a bad feeling when seeing Freud's doubtful look.
"Did the seller ask for something too expensive?"
"It's more than that, Mister Padt. His offer was absurd."
"What did he want?"