You and He and Me Makes Three

Albion bared his jagged serrated teeth to the void and his answer came in the form of one bright blue firefly, without much effort it stole the boy’s attention. He couldn’t describe him as anything less than the owner of the voices they had been hearing. Like his vocal cords were made of a thousand wings rubbing together it spoke to him, offering with a gesture the wares that he had alongside him.

The Klein prince approached slowly, there was a hesitance in him as his hard pale blue stare looked from potions to shopkeep. The boy tilted his head curiously and examined each item, a silvery potion that caught his eye immediately, an odd slip of.. Paper? He thought it was called. As well as another bottle. Albion looked them over, but his eye was continuously returned to the bottle of silver liquid.

"That one.” Albion gestured towards the potion and offered up three of his crystals in return.

Albion offers 3 crystals for the Potion of Perception