Cradle
"Again, you'll see when we get to that point." HP said. "So, Kozma, how's the auction house?"
"Very nice, it's gotten a big amount of profit from those new weapons from the Apocrea." Kozma said. "Ah, here it is."
Kozma pulled out a quite sizeable key, half the size of Kozma herself. It was jet black, with an odd pinkish purple eye on the sides. An aura of that same colour permeated around it. She tossed it with little to no effort to HP, who in turn tossed over the energy.
"Pleasure seeing you, Kozma." HP said.
"Same here." Kozma picked up her backpack, and walked off to another part of town.





