You find yourself among the market of branches when you stumble across a rather dead and sad looking tree, it’s bark pale and sickly, the tree actively falling apart as you approach, as sticks and twigs fall from the canopy above. As you walk closer, a small but brooding lion makes his way from inside the tree, as he sheltered within the hollowed center inside the large trunk, his gray fur almost blending in, but his bright, angelic mane standing out. He made his way toward you with a sack of items, opening it to reveal a couple items inside, but he quickly snatched it away from you, snarling, “These things don’t come for free you know! I sell them for dirt cheap, not for *actual* dirt!” You quickly scramble to pull some silver beetles out of seemingly thin air, a couple of them taking flight in a hurry. The lion huffs unamused, but still willing to take any currency over none. He brought the bag back to you, opening it fully and allowing you to take your pick, “More beetles, more wares,” he grumpily adds as you go on a shopping spree.
