Lounging lazily below the razor willow tree was Dramwel the half-elf. Nearby on the ground by the edge of the water sat a series of sticks with bells attached to the top. Strings ran from each bell into the water and attached to the rock shrimp cages below. It had been a slow day and the bucket Dramwel had brought was only half full with rock shrimp. 

One of the bells wrang out and jolted Dramwel out of his thoughts. He walked over the bell that was ringing and began to pull the cage out of the water by the string. When the cage appeared on the surface Dramwel could see that it contained two awfully small rock shrimp. He continued to pull the cage in until it was in his hands. He let out a sigh as he opened the hatch on the front of the trap and dumped the two shrimp back into the water. “You get to swim around for now,” he said defeated. 

It was beginning to get dark out, even for the mire, so Dramwel decided to just call it a day and haul back his catch from the day. Dramwel started the cumbersome process of bringing up each trap one by one and packing them away on his handcart. Once everything was packed he made his way back to the village and his home. 

After a half-hour walk, Dramwel was back in Razor Glen his village and birthplace. The streets were nearly empty at this time and every home emitted a large plume of smoke that filled the air with the scent of burning razor willow. On his way to his home, Dramwel decided to stop by the fish vendor at the market before he shut down his shop for the night. Dramwel was saving up his silver for a trip east to pursue riches in the field of Tar’ris. He had heard stories of the riches men had made working the fields growing Blurweed that is shipped to markets in the underworld. 

Once he arrived at the vendor, Karl, he presented his bucket him. “I am gonna keep four for myself and ma, which means I got twelve I can sell ya today,” Dramwel stated to him. 

“I am all out of silver until I can make a run to the city,” Karl replied. “For now I have this glowing powder that a traveler from Glimmercity traded for some fish earlier. Take it and I will have some silver for you in two days’ time.” Dramwel let out a disappointed sigh and nodded his head in agreement. He reached out and took the jar of glow powder and placed it inside his jacket pocket. He shook Karl’s hand firmly and then continued on down the street towards his home. The jar in his pocket glowed bright enough to shine through his jacket with a warm purplish-pink hue.