Irial eyed the bird-winged woman.

"What? It's not as if it isn't true," she said, simply, pocketing the gem for the moment. "Do you have any idea what to do with it? I don't think so."

The young high elf folded her arms, draping her staff down to the left as she did. Really now, what was the point of protesting when she'd only spoken the truth? Who else here had the capabilities to use a fire gem? No-one, as far as she knew. No, Irial was doing the others a service by taking it for herself. She could, after all, now utilize it to keep fires lit, and defend the camp. No-one else could do more then look at the pretty colors.

"It's a magic gem, fire specifically," the small blonde continued, "There's nothing else anyone here can do with it. Aside from, I don't know, make jewelry, but what a waste that would be. Only someone who has the capabilities of a mage can make use of it, and I'm the only one here who even has knowledge of spells. It's not idle arrogance when it's the truth."

And that was that. The elf girl looked back over her shoulder, eyes scanning the wreck once again. Things... didn't look promising when it came to finding anything else. Rather, it was exactly the same kind of mess she thought it would be. At least some of the others had located food, but why sake would be at all important here was beyond her. Alcohol was not exactly her favorite thing to drink. It made people slow, and stupid. Irial wanted nothing to do with that.