He hadn't been to Orientia for some time. Not sure those days he spent, running around with Dozer. Now he had been a heck of a companion. An odd one but still. Dozer wouldn't recognise him now, but he'd always recognise the TARDIS. It had baffled the poor thing.
Smiling to himself, the Doctor stopped at one of the stalls. He hadn't given the poor girl any warning, but he rarely did if something caught his attention. There were various flux gems on display, some charged, some not, but they had all been drafted into various different pendants and bracelets, rings and so on. There were glyph cards and various other artistic interpretations of Ebon equipment. Some of it dangerous and obviously so, other things deceptively innocent looking. Like the glyph cards. They were dangerous in the wrong hands.
The Doctor frowned as he picked on the cards up, examining the glyph on it with care. It looked old and used, the edges frayed and torn, the colour of the card tanned with age.