“Mr. Yandle,” Sherman called out softly.
The elderly man's eyes shot wide open almost at once.
“My boy Sherman, is there another magical item you don't understand?” Once Morgan saw that it was Sherman, he sat up and let out a yawn.
“You're right, Mr. Yandle. Someone gifted an obscure magical item that I need your help authenticating.”
Sherman revealed the calabash.
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