Lion Head Mesa She rings like a bell through the night.

She was the same tired, mindless creature as she had been reduced to by the party; sleep had done wonders and then she had ruined herself with too much work and not enough care for her own wellbeing.

He asked after the trinket.

This she laid carefully at his feet and watched it a moment.

I don't know. I thought, a stone, or maybe a gem? It is very old. She is out of breath.