It was the middle of the night and there was a cool fog hanging near the ground. She glanced down at her land... which had once been filled with packs. First guild she joined and they did this. She reached into pocket and pulled out a small obsidian orb which glowed faintly. She placed the strange orb on a pillow on top of the antique desk in front of her. The orb was a gift from one who is covered in shadows. She spoke into the orb, “they only give items to their top leaders...” the orb hummed in response and she continued... “they ask everyone to go out there and fight for them... but who gets the items?” She stomped her foot and turned away from the orb. She sniffed a few times and turned around, her eyes were a little red. “Its not the items I care about... its that greed and uncaring”
The orb lifted a few inches and began to spin slowly on the table.
The orb began to make a soothing song as it span and the glowing pulsed in rhythm with the song. Soon it landed back on the pillow. She felt a new sense of purpose.