"Oh, this?" Bor held up a chunk of the wood the man was indicating. It emitted a faint green glow. "This, sir, is Mystra. It's not a normal kind of wood. It..." Bor's voice faltered. "I'm not quite sure what you'd want to use it for, sir. But anyway, if you want to buy it, one chunk is fifty gold." Bor set the Mystra chunk down, guessing that the man didn't have sufficient funds or the right knowledge to use Mystra. Bor was also oblivious to the fact that the faintly glowing chunk rolled through the side of his cart and escaped through a break in the wood.

Bor heard the call for the coronation to begin. "Sorry, lads! Bor's Cart is CLOSED!" Bor gave Morris simple instructions to guard the wood, then jumped off and waded his way through the throng of commoners to the Royal Theatre.