Janius leaned back in his chair, "Well, just when I thought I had seen them all..."

"Indeed," Fendros responded to Ahnasha, "For a journey driven by such serious matters, we have seen much and more. Perhaps we'll have more time to take it in on the way home...or wherever we next end up."

Tzirret licked one side of his teeth and held up his hunting horn in one hand. "This one did make this for himself," Tzirret said. The horn was well carved from one of the minotaur horns Tzirret had kept. It was attached by a leather strap slung over his shoulder, but was otherwise rather plain. When Tzirret turned it in his hand, he revealed where he had carefully written his name, but no other defining features. "This one was going to ask a smith back home to reinforce it with bronze or something."

The horn was neatly done, but Sabine's curiosity had been piqued by the jewellery. If Tzirret had spent so much time on it, especially with the care put into his hunting horn, it must have been pretty. "Can we see the necklace, Tzirret?" she asked.

Lowering his horn and putting his hand back into his pocket, Tzirret looked down again. He responded slowly and carefully, "This one would like to keep it a secret."

The answer confused Sabine more than anything. She held her head back and frowned, "Why? You are not giving it to any of us, are you?"

At that, Tzirret looked up and leaned forward, turning his head side to side and inspecting everyone at the table. He sat back and considered for a moment, ears rising halfway. Somewhat apprehensively, he pulled the necklace out of his pocket and held it over the table in his hand. It was obscured by his hand but for the thin leather strap that hung out from it. Tzirret carefully placed it on the table and brought his hand back to reveal it. The sight elicited an intake of breath from Sabine.

It was a heavily curved crescent moon, barely half the size of Tzirret's palm, coloured with a mottled brown on off-white of the minotaur horn. Intricately carved onto the lower half of the moon was a napping cat with its tail coiled around the moon's shape. The detail of the cat was rough in places, but the rest of the piece was so smooth that it resembled marble. All of the painstaking hours could be seen in every aspect of the pendant, from the cat's smile to the near perfect curve of the moon itself. Sabine hardly knew Tzirret to even be capable of such a thing.

"It is beautiful," Sabine breathed, looking up at Tzirret with amazement, "When did you learn to make something like this?"

Tzirret still seemed rather blank, but he managed a small smile of self-esteem. "It is what Tzirret did before he turned. As a child, he had to make money for the caravan like everyone else," Tzirret explained, "He did not do it at Bruma, because it reminded him of...bad memories." Tzirret looked at the pendant intently, "After the minotaur attack, he wanted to see if he could try again."