We buy gold, silver, precious stones. He turned to Jace. "Are you sure you've set up everything we need to pass as locals?" "Sure." Jace grinned. "They use primitive scanners. Trust me." With a shrug, Fane pushed open the shop door. Computer, give me local language speak. He walked casually to the counter, slipping off his jacket. The shopkeeper eyed him with suspicion. Fane smiled and pointed to the gold band on his arm. "You buy gold? What will you give me for this armband?" "Market value on weight." The shopkeeper held out his hand. Fane slipped off the armband and dropped the heavy gold circle into the man's palm. In this time, they rarely used gold for jewelry; the use as a super conductor made each ounce priceless. He watched the man test the gold and then weigh it. "I gather this is a family relic?" He looked up at Fane. "I haven't seen gold this pure in many years." "Yes, we both have armbands. They were handed down over generations." Jace smiled warmly. "It's a shame we have to sell even one of them but we were robbed on the way into town and lost everything except these." He leaned against the counter.
