"Bronze Pharmacy Mortar"
A timeless object if ever there was one. Alchemists already had use for it. This one sat patiently in the front of an old pharmacy, the officiant had received it from her father who himself had always known it there. From time to time, a dustman had to move the pestle for it. This was its recent history. The time when it was made to crush seeds and other tortures is no longer in its backup.