“Aye, wyrdstone. Heals the sick, turns lead to gold and water to wine, by all accounts. The gift of the gods, so they say..."
“The gods of anarchy and misrule! It is corruption incarnate, evil embodied, Chaos given solid form! It burns the soul and sears the mind. It decays and pollutes all who possess it. To touch it is to invite damnation itself! l’ll pay in good, honest gold for my wares."













