He tilted his head as the world faded around him, the darkness replaced by light, the voices replaced by the silence of nature. Sholto took a deep breath and lifted his head to the sky. This man was a mystery. A puzzle he had never thought to discover. Branches cracked beneath his feet as Sholto moved to lean against a tree. He crossed his arms, amber eyes on Yin Long. 'So tell me, why were you in that coffin?" His fingers moved to tease the red eye of the amulet into the palm of his hand. His fingers traced the scrolling gold encasing the gem at the center. There was magic there. Sholto had sensed it from the moment he'd seen it.

As a procurer of rare magical items, he knew this was an opportunity. His employer was going to hate him though, maybe even try to end him. The thought made the wizard grin. Now that he knew that he held in his hands, or some of the power he held, there would be no parting him from the amulet and the warrior it commanded.