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Message: <blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 3249366" data-attributes="member: 11146">Traven's head whips around as soon as Rancid plunks the black metal wand on the bar.  His post at the door forgotten, the skinny bouncer suddenly forgets his stubbed toe in favor of outright staring at first the wand and then Rancid.  Licking his thin lips with uncertainty, Traven starts to walk into the common room but suddenly stops short and looks around.Rancid, focusing on Wyleck, offers, "Why, I'll sell it to you!  I neither want nor need it, and what with me being down on my luck of late and Freya Silverbraid not looking like she's forthcoming, I'd willingly part with it."  Rancid leans in and whispers conspiratorially, "It's a magic wand, you see.  It's got powers you can't even dream of."   Leaning back away from Wyleck, Rancid proffers, "Asking price is 5000 gold crowns."</blockquote>