I slide the bag across the table, the hooded figure opposite if me peers inside. “Where the hell did you find this?” a female voice asked with shock. “Well I was strolling through the palace and thought, I could get you what we’ve been trying to get for 100 years. The girl, _Lunasin_ was there also trying to steal it,” I point at the bag. It crackles with energy. “So I used her to my advantage, stole it while the guards were chasing her.” The hooded figure stands up. “How am I sure it’s real?” “Try it,” I responded. “_You _try it, Outsider,” the female handed her the crackling bag. I reached in and pulled out a stick crackling with electricity. A piece of _listruk. _Lightning.