[This piece has recently been revised to reflect my current style. If you'd like more information on that, please consult my profile. Other than these revisions, the general tone and feel of the text that follows is still a time capsule from the glorious early 2010s. Thanks for understanding.]

Here's to another drabble, the difference from the last one being that this one actually is a drabble.

Word Count: 100 words.

At the Trading Post

"Excuse me, how much is this?"

The sketchy shopkeeper lowers his book, his beady black eyes settling on a specter with a red gem.

"Ah, kekeke!" Kecleon grins. "That's an excellent choice."

"Really? How do you figure?"

"Well, it's pure ruby for starters! The purest in all the land! Would you like it wrapped?"

Sableye pauses to inspect the jewel more closely, before opening his jagged mouth wide and taking a monstrous bite out of it. The shopkeeper's eyes bulge out of their sockets.

"Do you have anything in a deeper shade of red?" the ghost asks. "Non-imitation, if possible."