Neverwinter Forest What the feck

His eyes were locked on the pulsating form of the stone, only noticing the spirit's reaction when her paw slipped onto the rock, blocking his view. He looked up for the first time, blinking up at her. You know magic then? He assumed so, given how possessive she was. Or perhaps she was just fond of this stone. I suppose you worship the Daedra, then. He nosed the stone, feeling its warmth. Look, I know magic and I've been looking for something like this for a while. Would you let me use it for a healing ritual?