- As you make your way through the small town, a subtle, metallic jingling grabs your attention from the far corner. Allured, you draw closer, coming to an opening with a tidy set up in the middle, strangely away from the main crowds. Several little trinkets ranging from gems, to sculptures and to jewelry were displayed on an elegant rug.
A kalon sits at the base, decorated from head to toe in trinkets of the same fashion. Nothing seems to go together, with randomly placed pendants and objects, though it interests you nonetheless.

"Well hello, curious traveler," the kalon speaks up, forest green eyes meeting yours intrinsically.
She had a certain aura to her, but you couldn't quite figure it out... Mysterious, indeed, and
nonetheless intriguing.
"Come to see my collection?" She gestured her paw over her intricate collection of items, and
you swore you saw them gleam as she did so. You surveyed each one, almost overwhelmed with
the sheer amount and variety. Every object unique and distinct from the other.
"Name's Devin, spent my whole life collecting these... This here was my first one. Given to me by
my grandmother; she used to create her own jewelry," Devin took ahold of the brilliant emerald
pendant displayed in the middle of the rug, holding it up to the sun. Reflections of light danced
within the stone. Mystic, almost hypnotic.
She had a certain aura to her, but you couldn't quite figure it out... Mysterious, indeed, and
nonetheless intriguing.
"Come to see my collection?" She gestured her paw over her intricate collection of items, and
you swore you saw them gleam as she did so. You surveyed each one, almost overwhelmed with
the sheer amount and variety. Every object unique and distinct from the other.
"Name's Devin, spent my whole life collecting these... This here was my first one. Given to me by
my grandmother; she used to create her own jewelry," Devin took ahold of the brilliant emerald
pendant displayed in the middle of the rug, holding it up to the sun. Reflections of light danced
within the stone. Mystic, almost hypnotic.
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"Each one means something different, a memory in my life," she continued, recalling memories as she too surveyed her special collection. "Could write a novel about each one, I could."
"Say, do you have any special things? Perhaps a piece of jewelry, family pendant, or a childhood toy? Do tell, I'm always ears for a good story."
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