--Meanwhile, thirty feet and a few walls away from where Moruz was standing, Vee searched the gem merchant’s hovel of a shop. He had made sure to note and remember every detail of the place, while he was arguing over the price of that blasted pearl with the gem-merchant earlier in the day.
**Where was that pearl anyway?** he thought as he continued his search.
It was no use. He couldn’t find the strong box he had spied that morning, nor anything else worth of value. He proceeded through the connecting door, inwards, to the back room of the store.
Slowly as he made his way around the cluttered shop, a realization began to dawn on him. He fought the thought back as long as he could, but it was no use.
“Keykold!” the voice in his head demanded to be heard. “Surely you’ve figured it out by now eh?” What kind of addled gem merchant would leave behind all his “semi-precious” gemstones, in his dainty little shop, and go home, leaving them protected by a wooden door and a broken window. Did that axe to the chest scramble your instincts? Get the hell out of here before you get yourself and that warrior hanged!”
Vee continued looking around despite his own inescapable logic.
Soon a new, more palatable logic took over. Keykold…what is unique about Ganse? How do these folk think? It’s a honey-combed town, holes, caves, tunnels, crawlspaces….below.
Soon he was rolling up the rug in the second room, and searching for trap doors and cubbyholes in the floor.
Jackpot! He whispered, as he found one and quickly dismantling the latch, opened a shallow pit, wherein he spied the one box he had seen earlier that day. It was still here!
It was during the heated negotiations with the merchant, that Vee innocently inquired as to any possible healing salves, which could possibly be found around town. That’s when he first heard the term “dollor powder”, and now he was staring at a veritable treasure stove of the stuff. An iron box with a dozen or so vials and pouches, some labeled, some not. Most were labeled “dollor powder”, eight containers in total.
Others were labeled “sodium”, "sulfur", "nickel", “phosphorus”, “magnesium”, and one that said “?”. The last one’s label read “iron shavings”.
Nothing else was in the hole. No matter, Vee thought, that’s enough!
Though maybe not enough to die for, he paled suddenly, as he heard the commotion outside. Moruz had company.