here until the day I die.
"The ancients that woke after the war, are they all the ones that were saved by Dygra, changed into Ancients? Or are there any like me? Those who were born Ancient and seem to know nothing of this war." Her question was tentative, knowing that he may not know the answer to her odd and pitiful question.
Caelynn watched the way he looked at her bag, in her 26 years she knew that look, a bargainer. A pro. Not one that would run her for all she's worth unless that had changed in the time that had passed without her knowledge. With a tilt of her head, she nodded, "Sure, have your pick of one out of the five large polished stones. There are a few smaller polished stones but they aren't as precious or uncommon. Then I'll give you two unpolished larger ones as well." Giving someone the choice wasn't always the best move, but he'd been kind and she felt it a fair trade for the information and travel.
Watching him look through the stones she thought to herself, Aren't polished stones worth less... Raw material to work with has always been better for bargains. People wanted to polish and design their own stones, rather than buy them already polished. That was what she had always been told. Another thing to have changed between going to sleep and waking up.
I know I won't be alone.
