IC-Kal: Kal was walking out of the inn, when he saw a small part of the stone begin to glow. He forced iti inward, hopefully into the face of the Toa of Plasma who was in there, then reinforced the rest of the box. "If you must know," he said, looking towards a Toa sipping his drink, "Then follow me, and I'll tell you about it later." He then walked toward an armory. As he walked in, one piece of armor caught his eye. It was protosteel, embossed with gold plate in places. Hmm, Kal thought. I don't have much of a use for something like that, but I could show it to Sidiros, see how he's doing. "Sir," Kal called to the front of the stoor, "How much for this set of armor?" That was when Kal noticed somebody in the front of the stoor, looking at the gold armor wistfully. Maybe I can just make somebody's day, eh? Kal then pulled out his bag, and started counting the widgets. He had about twelve hundred left. Hopefully that was enough. He then saw the person run off with it. Well, then, I'll just talk to my friend Zyckel. "Hoy, Zyckel, how are you today?"