Jax steps into the quiet stall marked by blue thread. The Woman waits behind a cluttered counter of trinkets, and her gaze snaps to the wax seal in his hand.
The Woman
That mark... where did you get it?
Her fingers tremble as she reaches for the seal, not for the coin. The seal’s impressed sign is finer than clerk’s wax, cut with a collector’s signet, not a merchant’s mark.
The Woman
No. That is the wrong hand for that token.
The blue-thread cord on the counter twists as she pulls it closer, and her face drains of color. The secret is not a favor at all, but a registry.
The Woman
You brought a society seal into my stall. They will know what you have taken.
Behind her, a small iron box sits half-buried under ribbons and bone charms, exactly the kind of place a coin bag might hide. The stall feels suddenly smaller, as if the market itself is listening.
“I demand she hand over the coin bag before anyone else arrives.”
SUCCESS (Great Willpower, rolled +0)
Jax’s demand lands flat and hard. The Woman recoils, then turns from the seal to the iron box, shaking enough that the ribbons on the counter twitch.
The Woman
Take it, then. Before I change my mind.
She flips the little lid open with two fingers and drags out a small coin bag, its cord cinched tight and dusted with blue thread lint.
Jax takes the bag at once, and her eyes dart past him, toward the alley and the market beyond.
The Woman
If that seal was seen, they will come looking here.
On the counter, beside the old wax token and the clutter of charms, a pair of green fisherman boots with bulge toes and a stitched six-leaf clover sits half-hidden, as if waiting for a larger bargain.
Quest Complete
Secure the magical coin bag
Attribute Upgrade: Strength Good→Great
+ New Item Acquired
Magical coin bag