Eanos Setirav, human inquisitor
Eanos takes the change of subject in stride, and chuckles. He reaches into this belt pouch and produces the two stones.
"Some of the spoils from our gig," he says. He holds the dark blue one out first. "This one sharpens my sense while it orbits me. This one," here he holds out the ruby-colored gem, "Helps me to stay hidden while it's spinning about in the air. Can't explain that, mind. Seems a bit contrary, but that's magic for you."