Unbeknownst to the level of mess he had gotten himself into, Levi was seen sitting cross-legged on top of Vyra. He had a solemn look on his face as he held onto a silver wallet. It had a hurricane insignia with letters scattered around it as if they were affected by the hurricane.
Yet, the letters were still arranged to form a name: Tempestryn.
'Oh, you have gone and done it now.' Ash'Kral chuckled, 'You stole a dimensional wallet of the second strongest Lineage family of Solmara Region. Imagine if it belonged to the family's head?'
'...'
Levi expected to find some treasures in the bag, but not a dimensional wallet. After all, Pathfinders shouldn't be owning dimensional wallets in the first place.
'You can't even open it without its unique incantation.' Ash'Kral continued, 'This is the true meaning of putting oneself in trouble for naught.'
'Do you have a way to open it?' Levi asked, unbothered by his teasing.
