Gregof shakes his head a bit bemused, when asked whether he would like to keep the red ruby colored gem... "No, I don't see any reason to take it..."
Antares nods his heartfelt thanks. It will make a fine memento; and some magics, it is said, might benefit from the addition of such? Fine possibilities all...
"The booklet next to it I uncovered in the desk of the master of the house? A diary, I had hoped, but mostly a ledger of sorts, I fear -- though the queer breaking of the well's cover is in fact mentioned a day before the flames of tragedy swept through that unlucky abode?" he explains as he simultaneously empties the content of his colourful scrollcase onto the desk.
"I had hoped to peruse the information within in greater details later this day, perhaps after the missing gem is found?" Should it ever be found, of course...
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I'm going to assume a do-what-you-will shrug here unless he answers otherwise? 
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Bosco draws his weapon.
"I've always found that innocent men declare themselves so unarmed."
The elf's tall, robed form almost instinctively inserts itself between the three -- though, perhaps strangely, his unarmed hands are held out first and foremost towards halfling and, most importantly, guard captain:
"Please, a moment before anything rash?" he pleads, rather desperately.
"Please?"
<Assuming he gets it:
His widened emerald eyes are now on Stellan's tense form - the slight tremble in the young human's coiled muscles (Emotion?), the white-knuckled grip on what he sought to hide - and an answering tremble begins at the corners of his jaw before he gets it under control. There is no controlling the thunderous beatings of heart though:
"I- I fear Bo is right, in this particular case. But you are right as well," he quickly amends,
"we *are* your friends, Stellan- Your very best friends. *I* am your friend..." If it is not curse magic (and the pouch did not sing back in the cave, did it, when he had ears to ear? (Or was it so faint compared to the wild symphony of the runes that he missed it even as it hung there at his waist? Perhaps the worst mistake of his young life if so?) But he touched it, didn't he, that green of envy and discord, as he took it out of Former-Anna's bag? And felt... nothing, not the least shred of compulsion whatsoever), then- then Stellan is just being Stellan right now, the courageous, noble, foolhardy Stellan he's always known.
Antares wets dry lips.
"If this continues, I- I fear the whole of the guards outside will become inextricably involved, that words will fly on the winds of fair Ascadar, from mouth to ears, never to be taken back, that- *We* here can keep the matter close to our hearts, Stellan - you know it deep within your own - discuss it amongst ourselves, see what is best to do for all concerned, all those *we* care deeply about... Let us help. Let us be your friends... Please?"
In his eyes, earnest sincerity mix with a touch of puzzled, hurt incomprehension. Typically Antares.
<Response Stellan?>
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Antares will nonetheless look hard for any sign of magical possession, beforehand and as he speaks.... Anything, Gambler?
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