"I was told there was a great breach a year ago," said the Medicine Seller. He hadn't seen it, but the scar in the sky where a gaping green hole had once been might count as more extensive damage than a few malevolent spirits.

But that was then. The coin was inspected with more scrutiny as he rubbed away what grime he could. The Medicine Seller wasn't an elf, but he did have good eyesight.

"Kahris. Possibly Kabris." It sounded elven - maybe the mage's name since he'd yet to see an elven templar. "And Rosamunde. There's more, but the only other words I can make out are 'eternal bond'."

Too small, too rusted. Cheap metal to mark the closest thing they could get to a proper marriage and barely lasted beyond their own deaths. It was a sad story, but he hoped they'd at least find peace in another life.