As Irial surveyed the wrecked ship, letting everyone else do the work(to be fair, there wasn't much she could do. She wasn't exactly a physical powerhouse), she mourned the loss of her books. There was no way they had survived such a wreck. All those repositories of knowledge, gone. All because of some stupid shipwreck. The thought of it made her angry. Using a quick motion spell, she managed to clear away some sand at the very least, to make some of the others have an easier time spotting things. However, she wasn't seeing much of use to her. She'd let the others find whatever it was they deemed useful. The small high elf was on the look out for anything, anything that would be of help to someone with the nature of a mage.

And, to her surprise, she found it. A glittering, red gem, half-buried in sand... in an instant, she had stepped forward and snatched it up in her free hand, even before anyone else could react to its presence.

"This is mine," Irial declared, simply, "It's not as if any of you would have any use for it, anyway."