Crow was in town, walking along the street, a book in one hand, his other hidden in one large pocket of his cloak. As usual, his clothes were too big for him, only to hid the fact that he was very thin, unlike his brothers, which were mountain of muscles with no brain. The young man was heading for one of the jewelry in the market. He had heard of it from a certain person who said their jewels were among the best that could be find. He was wondering if it was true.
Using jewels to materialize or imprison magic was a common use among mages, but getting good materials was difficult and if the jewel wasn't the right size or well shaped, a spell could go wrong. Finally reaching the place, the black haired young man entered the shop. A small bell rang as he opened the door.
Immediately, he started looking at the counter where the jewels were shown. He was looking for something specific. He didn't ask for the owner or anything, he would find it on his own. Crow wasn't tall nor very impressive looking, but he had a certain charm to his mysterious figure, his black eyes filled with a certain curiosity, almost sickening and a small smirk always lifting at his lips.
He was really wondering if he would find anything of interest around.
