Patriarch Rylan then turned his attention back to Orion. "Though I don't have much at the moment, as I couldn't gather all of my wealth, I possess something that might be valuable enough to cover the cost of the Four-eared Elves'elves' accommodation," he said with a sigh.
After briefly contemplating, he stretched his right hand into his leaf-crafted attire and withdrew an orb.
The orb was about the size of a human fist, pulsating with gold, amber, and crimson hues. Delicate lattice patterns adorned its surface, resembling the intricate veins of a leaf.
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