The old half-elf, half-dwarf smirks and shakes his head.<br/><br/>"No, not a problem at all. In fact, I have just the artifact... Was left to me in a will by an old friend from my days as a soldier, after he earned it by facing down Lamashtu's legions in the Qadiran wastes." The dwelf motions for you to stay put, and then turns and hobbles his way quickly into the tower. A few minutes later, the old man comes tottering back out again, dangling a single silver key from a blue ribbon in his hand. "Alright... here we go. In exchange for your services, I offer you Abadar's Key. Simply insert it into the air before you, and twist it as if you were unlocking a door, and you will gain access to a pocket dimension that is completely tailored to suit your needs and desires. Want to live in a castle? Your little slice of reality will accommodate you. A hutch in the forest? All yours."<br/><br/>The dwelf holds out his other hand, though, and wiggles his fingers like a small child saying "gimmegimme."<br/><br/>"After, of course, you return the Groetean Cycle to me."