Hey, I got this from my Grandma. I think it's magical, but what'll hatch I have no idea. Who would pay more for it...

Hey, I got this from my Grandma. I think it's magical, but what'll hatch I have no idea. Who would pay more for it, the Alchemists or the Druids?

Alchemists. Druids are faggots.

That's a Happiness Stone, you hold onto it while you're happy and it stores up your excess mirth. When it's full, it should glow with a faint light and feel like it's been left out in the sun all day, and when you break it releases a gas that elicits a euphoric sensation.

You can sell the powder, which produces a much stronger sensation of being happy, on the black market as a drug.

>Hey, I got this from my Grandma. I think it's magical
I'm fairly sure it's just an egg vibrator.

Clean your fingernails, barbarian.

I don't known, what sort of material is it made out of? But probably Alchemists, druids don't pay for shit.
I don't thinks so the banding is all off, and the color is as well; happiness stones have brighter colors and a more uniform color.

That's Basilisk egg, Basilisk "hen" turns eggs into a stone until they're ready to hatch. That makes them considerably more durable than regular eggs.
Decent reagent, sure, but even better pet - I would suggest keeping it. The little one will hatch blind and won't have the sight for first couple weeks. Keep it warm, feed it milk and raw meat in small chunks. Pet it frequently. If you can have it imprint on you, it will never even try to turn the gaze against you and will be quite obedient.

Selling to druids its almost always a bad business user, they always want to trade for their magical bushwhack

>I don't thinks so the banding is all off, and the color is as well; happiness stones have brighter colors and a more uniform color.

Shit, are you telling me his Grandma gave her Grandson a Memory Stone? That's kind of a shitty thing to do.

No way, if its a Basilisk egg I'm turning it over to the Druids. Last winter, a Basilisk turned half my cows into statuary and curled up inside my truck for warmth.

I mean. Last time I stumbled on a patch of a Druid's garden, I was literally flying high for a day.