Face Down In The Pillow

Balthier's eyes opened again to look to Poem, but instead of Poem being here with him, there was a strange, tall creature before him. If he wasn't already crazy, he probably would have run the other way. But instead of turning to run for the hills, Balthier noticed the items laid out on a table between them. This was some sort of shop.

The creature spoke, telling him he could only take one. Pulling out what he had collected over the last few weeks, he put one mushroom out on the table in place of the opaque sack.  As he took the sack, he pulled it opened to see what was inside, though he supposed he couldn't return it now.

"Balthier"