A large ogier with great tufted ears sits cross-legged below a large tree in the bazaar, humming to himself. Across his lap sits a fancy scabbard with the rare mark of a heron in flight.
"Ho, hum, I see you're eyeing this scabbard. Perhaps you have a sword that you would like to pair it with?" He smiles broadly. "Well, if so, I am willing to trade this away. I have no use for it. If you'd like it, make me an offer!"
Heron scabbard for trade. Not sure what it'll go for. I'm not super attached to it, but if I don't mind letting it sit on my shelf either.