The vendor s relics are fakes, of course, every last one. Piran blinks hard, to be sure. He paid that Lethian necromancer well for the enchantment that she d rubbed into his eyes with wet clay that, at a glance, he should always know a true relic of his wife. None of the artifacts laid out here shine with Esseris s particular aura. The hair isn t even the right shade of brown.