This is an acorn of mass destruction. It’s stored in a small box with room for six but only containing the one.
A strange, mystical box, with many rumours attached, that does not want to reveal its secret…
He's a non-descript man, with his pushcart. On it he sells nothing more exotic than jars of sun-dried tomatoes in oil and pickled vegetables. But he's always out there, in the courtyard of the great Guild of Wizards, in most weathers, and he'll have a kind word for you, and a jar.