The Cruet Wine Of Truth

Salviana glanced at Alaric, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. "I think this is perfect. Don't you?"

"It certainly has flair," Alaric admitted, his tone teasing but his gaze thoughtful. "How much?"

The old man hesitated for a moment before naming a price that could make even the wealthiest nobles balk. 

Alaric didn't even flinch. He was a prince after all.

"We'll take it," Salviana said without hesitation, her excitement overriding any practical concerns.

The old man's face lit up, his gnarled hands trembling slightly as he carefully wrapped the cruet in enchanted cloth. "You've made an excellent choice, my lady, my lord. The king will surely remember this gift for the rest of his days."

As they left the shop, the sun had begun its descent, casting a golden glow over the marketplace. 

Salviana clutched the wrapped cruet to her chest, a sense of accomplishment radiating from her.