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Hakor turned the item over in his hands, not looking at it, instead staring intently at the woman before him, trying to gauge the truth of her words.
"It has value yes? Many shins at the least?" the woman's voice was tinged with a mechanical edge, and her eyes were old viewer lenses, black and wide, betraying no emotion. Her words were phrased as a question, but intoned as a statement.
"Yes, but tell me about this temple, where is it? I will pay double to know of its location," Hakor knew that this was a worthless trinket, but he felt it a harbinger of greater treasures.