He’d panicked, thinking he’d lost it-not knowing whether it was at home, here, missing, stolen. It had come as a blow to the boy when he’d arrived in this city with the item nowhere to be found. Odd that Lucas’ resentment towards his father hadn’t kept him from clinging to that token of his. The young psychic had felt a sudden weight in his pocket while walking down the street, and from it he withdrew a small and priceless object.Įver since the gravekeeper had delivered it to him months and months and months ago back home, he’d held tightly to it, a lifeline to the small amount of family he had left. The sudden release of power was in tandem with a sudden release of emotion. Bottlenecked, yes-it was diminished, the same as it had been when he’d first awakened it-but it wouldn’t’ve been very kind to simply loose an explosion of psychic power in the middle of a crowded area all the same.īut it was hard to focus. It took some effort for the boy to suppress it when his PSI suddenly felt as though it’d been “uncorked”. He recognized it immediately-the unique, destructive PSI, something shared with no one but his twin. Support your local businesses!”Įver since the conclusion of Lucas’ day of silence, he’d felt it-the power within his heart, something this city had suppressed, was quickly starting to well up. See these?” He opened his purple robe to reveal rows of familiar red and brown boxes hanging therein. “Some high quality stuff, and it could be yours! Whaddaya say, pal? I’m willing to haggle. Even if you’re not, I’m gonna show you anyway.
“So, you ready? Don’t know why I’m asking. Sheerow flutters around his head like a tiny winged feather duster. Ravio looks left and right as he speaks, hood pulled low over his eyes. Some prime stuff you can only get in Sector One at just the right hour.”
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Ravio’s not exactly a liar, but any shopkeeper knows how to hawk wares. What he doesn’t know is that he’s picked the wrong person to sweet talk. Oh yes, he knows all about trade, perhaps more than Link knows about swords and sorcery. If he starts out selling small things that are cheap but quite high in demand, he’ll garner the cash and customer base he needs to branch out. He’d been capable of surviving for so long in Lorule because of his extreme resourcefulness, so when he once again finds himself in the Hive, he busies himself with what he knows best–merchantry. Ravio is a lot of things, but he’s never been stupid.
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