Wisebel was at it again, scheming and plotting like the small-time villain he was. Clone No. 1 watched silently as the drama unfolded.
"A cursed item that brings death to its owner?" Wisebel asked a merchant, raising an eyebrow.
The merchant, someone I recognized from Plink's shop, replied with a practiced smile. "Indeed. If you're interested, I can procure it for you."
It was obviously another one of Plink's concocted products. If such a lethal item truly existed, Plink himself would have been its first victim.
"Bring it to me," Wisebel ordered. "But if it doesn't work as advertised, you won't see a single coin."
"Of course, sir. I'll deliver it as soon as it arrives," the merchant said smoothly before making his exit.
"Do you think it's genuine?" Wisebel asked his lackey once the merchant had left.
"Most likely a fake," the lackey admitted. "But it might have some effect. If it works on Ride, then it'll be an unexpected windfall."
