Levelling Up The Weakest System

Foci

Alexei wasn’t sure what his power had latched onto when he had touched the staff.

Was it the living core? The concept of magic itself? Wood?

Surely it wasn’t wood.

What could you even combine with wood?

“I know that look,” The old man said knowingly.

It snapped Alexei out of his thoughts, “Sorry?” He said, “I zoned out there for a minute.”

“That’s the look of a man who has found the foci for him, there’s no doubt about it,” The old man said, closing the case once more, “The only question is, does the man have the coin to pay for it.”

Alexei rolled his eyes, the shopkeeper may have been old but it was clear that he still had the instincts of a businessman.

“How much would you be willing to sell it for, then, I don’t see any prices,” Alexei said. His coin bag was about half way empty now, but he was sure that he had enough cash to pay for the staff.

The old man sighed, patted the box, and said, “I’ll part with it for a single gold coin.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Alexei all but choked