Solomon looked at the rubies resting in his palm. He raised them up into the air, holding them directly against the bright sun. The icy gems glinted beautifully, scattering red light across his knuckles.
"I wonder what these could possibly be useful for, other than just selling them for a ridiculous amount of money," Solomon muttered to himself.
He glanced over his shoulder out of pure habit. "Chat, what do you think?"
He received no response. Solomon let out a frustrated sigh, realizing he was already desperately missing his mechanical owl and the live stream.
He had gotten so used to the constant background chatter and the floating blue interface that he kept calling out to the chat again and again, only to remember a second later that he didn't have his drone with him anymore.
