Forest Dweller

His eyes get a greedy tinge in them. Something tells you this isn't the first time his eyes have taken on this look.
"Crystal? What kind? Worth a lot?" He motions to the men to collect a sample. They begin to pull at the rock, breaking off a piece. The air shimmers by the village, the rocks protection wavering for a mere instant.
"What was that?" The man asks. You quickly divert his attention.
"Nothing- now, anyway, about the stone- it's-"