He came across a rather ramshackle-looking stall run by a small diamond dog. She looked downtrodden, and her wares were basically baskets full of some kind of dull, brittle looking gemstones. Really, they had cracks on them and everything. How did she even get them out of the ground without breaking them? “Good day,” he said. The dog looked up at him and seemed to shrink. Good, he wasn’t in the mood for uppity canines. “Pray tell, what have we here?”