"I'm lost. Hopelessly, hopelessly lost. I swear I past this weird mushroomy thing store thrice now." Aedan stopped walking and looked around at all of the shops. None had anything he needed to make octo-chalk. Eight very unique rocks, mixed made one of the most desirable lines for carrying a current. If one were to make a collection circle with it, and drop say 50% real quartz in the middle, you could power enormous constructs. Or better yet, you could enhance preexisting constructs, like say an engraved skeleton on a living being. Aedan sighed, and decided to take a side street leading to another block of familiar shops. Halfway through the shortcut he saw what could be described as heaven. 'The Emerald Equalizer's Shoppe of Traditional Arts.' A decrepit little store that looked like it hadn't been opened in years, sporting a peeling closed sign in the window. by the looks it likely meant forever. Aedan disregarded it, and slipped under the door (vis smoke). Finding no light source, Aedan fished out some spark gloves and created a mild fire ball in his palm to light his surroundings. Aedan was looking to make some chalk from dust, and dust was plentiful. "Now to find the right kind..."