The Innkeeper turned to look at the box, even as the Gardener and Ash turned to look as well. The rest of them could feel nothing from the box, for it was supposed to be a perfect insulator, lest the primordial aura trapped within fades.
That, of course, did nothing to prevent the turtle from being able to sense the Primordial Aura, because why did making sense matter to the turtle?
"That is the Gabana fruit from the Primordial Garden," said the Innkeeper with a fond smile. "It is a gift from another guest, hoping to establish a working partnership with me."
The turtle continued to stare at it for a while, almost as if lost in thought, until eventually its shoulders slumped as if depressed.
"I cannot create an environment suited to nurturing that fruit's seed. How disappointing."
