Dresda made her way through the black market, an involuntary aversion to much of what she saw. Had she had any other option for the materials she needed she would have taken it in a heartbeat. Appropriately named “The Wreck”, the market was inside an ancient vessel, embedded in the land. The item she required was rare and would have been stripped from the vessel. Fortunately, to the untrained eye, it looked valueless. A transparent material, it appeared like fragments of glass. But proper observation could reveal an almost imperceptible distortion in the space around it.
