Once upon a time, William Oh went to a wedding and emerged the sole survivor. Alex Jaidayal, level 52 Crystal FarmerThe market was small and tired, especially compared to Akul and Bakton Keep. There was none of the energy of hawkers and elbow-nudging crunch of excited Climbers looking to buy their next Kit.Instead it was mostly rough men sitting on crates and consuming their drug of choice while waiting for their merchant to arrive and pick up the goods.Less of a market and more of a loading bay.Still, there was fun to be had.For one, despite the grungy streets, wafting smoke and tinge of poison, there was beauty just underneath. Literally in this case. Every time someone walked, they exposed tiny patches of the crystal road beneath, creating new glittering surfaces for a moment before the sludge of the street crowded back in.Above, the central column of crystal that served as the anchor for the island collected and reflected starlight down at them, giving the grungy dockworkers a ghostly, luminescent feel.“What’s that?” Will asked, pointing at the barrels full of crystal bone.“Giant’s bone,” the merchant grunted as he lifted another barrel and set in his wagon.“Whazzit do?” Will asked.The merchant, sensing a potential sale, and possibly needing a break, stopped loading and addressed Will directly, taking off his wool hat to wipe a sheen of sweat from his forehead.“Tell you what, you load the barrels and I’ll tell you what I know for as long as you keep going.”“Deal,” Will said, lifting a barrel with Phantom Hand and loading it as he turned to face the merchant.The man whistled.“Telekinesis, huh? Handy around these parts.”“The bones, old man.” Will replied, loading another barrel.“Alright, alright.” Despite saying that the merchant spent three barrels lighting a pipe and getting it started. (...)