No way.

You quickly dismiss the temptation of the crown and aren't even sure if the thought of putting it on was yours or if it came from the crown itself. Shaking your head you click the latch closed and get yourself ready to go, as best you can with what little you have. Wrapped in a pair of towels you gather up the chest and head out the door. “Oh, I need some shoes.” The floor in the hall is sort of charred looking wood as if subjected to constant heat, and the air seems heavy in your lungs as if full of a bit of smoke. The walls seem to be made of metal covered in wood, as you can see several missing patches, and the metal is dark. Making your way down the hall, around the corner, and down the stairs you find a shut heavy door at the bottom. Pushing the heavy door open you are instantly greeted by a very large barrel chested man wearing black leather pants that are far too tight for such a large man, his gut protruding over the top, and a black tank top. His body seems hairless and glistens with sweat. He stands a full foot over you and as you look up at him the strangest thing happens, you feel the slightest hint of desire. “Umm, Hi.” You say meekly with a big gulp.

“Are you going out?” He asks looking you over before adding, “Wearing that?”

“Umm, ya. You don't mind if I borrow these do you?”

“I don't care. You do know the street is nearly as hot as a forge right?” He answers noticing your bare feet.

“Oh what should I do?” You ask.

“Heavy soled shoes or magic protection from fire.” He answers. When he does you have the odd sensation again as if something is telling you something you already knew, not only that but you are suddenly sure that with your faerie and elemental blood you are rather resistant to elemental damage and effects, so you should be fine. Thinking of this must have put you in a sort of stupor as when you come out of it his hand is steadying you. “Are you all right?” He asks, his concern sends butterflies swarming in your tummy.

Looking up into his eyes you resist the urge to kiss him, he isn't even attractive, you think, yet... “Yes I am fine. I was just lost in thought.” Pushing back from him you add, “I'm sorry, thank you, I have to go.” Take your chest and head out of the eating room not really even looking around. Once you are on the street you are taken aback by what you see around you. The sky is thick with smoke and burns a fiery red. The buildings around you are all made of iron or some similar metal with burnt wood and precious metals used in places to decorate or hide the true nature of the buildings. All that is sort of terrifying, yet the most terrible thing of all is the street. It is made of iron, nice and smooth, to a point. The center fifteen feet of the roughly twenty foot wide street is a grating from which can be heard the wailing of the tortured souls below the city. In a couple of places you can even see fingers gripping the grating from below trying in vain to free themselves from their torment begging passing people for help. The occupants you can see strolling the streets, sticking to the walkways on the sides for the most part, are a medly of creatures and people. Your knowledge of mythology, role playing games, and movies gives you a pretty good guess as to what the things are, but you can hardly be sure. Devils of all types, what you are pretty sure are a pair of mind flayers leading slaves on leashes, several humanoid creatures with animal heads that you can only guess at what they are, and of course other things that may very well be human, but these somehow seem the most dangerous of all. Then again they have no idea what you are either, or at least you hope they don't and you decide the only way to continue is to move like you own the place.

Mustering up every last bit of courage you stand up straight and stride down the street as if you owned the place. Happily your little vision was right and you aren't effected by the oppressive heat of the place, and as long as you keep to the sides of the street the smooth metal isn't bad to walk on, though several times you have to dodge something, a jutting spike, a bit of the grating, or similar things that threaten to tear your cute little feet to shreds. As you hoped the various creatures don't seem to even notice you as you make your way through the city. It takes a while to find the right place and the longer you walk the more you are pretty sure that you are completely lost. Suddenly it is there, at the end of a narrow alley, a store you are somehow sure is the right place.

Walking in the all to familiar heavy metal door, the inside is much different than the out. The inside feels soft. Plush red carpet covers the floor and tapestries cover the walls. The store is small with all sorts of shelves and cabinets full of various alchemical and herbal concoctions. Behind the counter at the end of the room is a very beautiful girl that is clearly elven wearing a simple semi transparent white dress that covers her from neck to toe yet you can sort of see all of her, and a pair of long white lace gloves. Your magical sight informs you that the gloves as well as several pieces of jewelry on her are magical, yet the fact that she is wearing them seems to block you from knowing what their powers are. Her pretty face is rimmed by long silky blonde hair and her elven ears peak out on the sides. Yet as you look at her you are sure that something truly terrible is standing in front of you.

“Hello. Can I help you miss?” She asks smiling sweetly.

Looking down at the box you suddenly aren't sure if you really want to sell it. Yet you don't want to use it either. But what should you do?