Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26210095-20151206150907/@comment-26210095-20151208224900

To Aurae-

"Fair enough. We accept"

To Faenor-

He takes out a casket, and takes out a gemstone. It is no ordinary gemstone, and it is blood red. He raises it above his head, and a piercing scream is heard, as each of the elves sees his worst fear incarnate in front of him. As quciick as it began, it stopped, with the merchant with the gem in his hand. "This is the least of my trinkets..."