The small jewlery shop at the heart of Opengaurd's trading district was often host to strange trinkets and adornments, none so strange as this though. The jet medallion was sat centre stage, cushioned in thick layers of red velvet. Every passing customer couldn't resist taking a look. It was as if it was pulsating, beckoning them closer.
The coal black gem was set in the purest of golds, a thick rich chain to rival all others. The vendor couldn't tell you it's origins, which added to it's charm. All he would say is that a passing tradesman sold him the necklace at a price he couldn't aford not to pay. The re-sale price tag left the object ou