Ambrose blinked. The man caught their eye and winked at them. “You like the look of my pipe, do you? It’s a gift from an old friend.”
Ambrose had truthfully not been paying much attention to it. But at the man’s words, they took a closer look, and upon closer inspection, the pipe was in fact of a very fine make. Subtle carvings and inlays formed a coiling dragon, wrapped around what looked like a constellation. The inlay was faintly iridescent with glimmering flecks, even in the faint light of the vessel’s lamps.