Nethezar takes the gem. "Give me some time, and I will tell you." The scholar sighs. "While not technically payment, it may be easier for you to simply think of it as such. Those were my notes on all that we'd experienced, seen, and found. Many of my brethren spend more time in books and less time actually experiencing things. Now they have another book. Oh, they would have gotten it eventually. We are always seeking knowledge. But I'd have... filtered some before passing it along. I write in code, of course, but that is no bar to the serious scholars. The biggest bother is that I did not have time to copy it, so now I am trying to piece it all together by memory."
Nethezar shrugs and spends some time with the gem. When he returns, his eyes betray some alarm.
"I don't know precisely how best to put it. Your... thoughts... They are trapped inside this gem. Abilities that allow one to detect thoughts would be able to be used on this gem just as they could on you. I suspect this is how you were so effectively portrayed. While I'm no expert, I think the gem itself is fairly valuable, so it would be a waste to destroy it. But I'd not want this to fall into the wrong hands."