"Old Man Appraiser, what is this mushroom?"
The Appraiser studied the Dark Violet Sky Dragon's pet egg for a long moment, then lifted his hand, letting a Levitation Spell hold it steady in the air. He reached into his robes and withdrew a mushroom; a deep, vivid blood red. Its surface pulsed with a crimson light that glowed from within, as if it had been dipped in fresh blood and left to throb with its own inner fire.
"This is called a Blood Soul Mushroom," he said calmly. "It grows only in the Blood Spirit Forest, far to the north in the Demonlands. While it matures, it draws Dark Demonic Energy from the earth and leeches the life from anything foolish enough to linger nearby. It consumes so much that only one can survive within a hundred miles, and even then, it needs a full century to reach the size of a fist. This one has grown for at least five hundred years. A rare dark treasure."
"What's it for?" Marcus asked.
