|Location:||Crossing Middens (Ranik Map 8)|
Sighing occasionally, the Elothean looks forlornly at his surroundings. His long black hair is tangled and unkempt, and his robes and satchel are stained and torn.
The Elothean sighs heavily then says, "Mirrors? They aren't just fripperies, you know. You aren't of the Progeny, so why do you even ask?" He shrugs slightly and pats his satchel. "I have some for sale at a price of 5 gold kronars each. If you ask me again within the next 30 seconds, I'll assume you wish to purchase one."
The Elothean looks around frantically. "Do not speak her name to me!" he exclaims.