Dannisus froze. A tingle ran down his spine, all the way through to the tip of his tail. He cursed under his breath, "[i]ץﻉٱค ๓ѻฝչ[/i]," still rustling through his bag.. After quite the search, his hand emerged from his rounded leather pack with a small black notebook. Without delay, he tore the book open and sifted through the pages, moving his hands dexterously as not to not crease the thinly hewn pages. "Here," suddenly his finger slammed against several lines of script, written just beneath a small sketch of a triangular gem, "The facets, pigmentation, and fractals of your gemstone closely resemble something that my mother showed me when I was just a kit. Here, look-" He urged her to take a closer look at the sketch. The details were [i]astounding [/i]on a second glance. Beneath the penciled lines that closely covered each and every facet of the gem, there were smokey grey fractals of a different shade. "The Myti have a word for them, [i]๓ٱคกɗٱคร ɭٱคɭค[/i]. Roughly translated, it means [i]Blood Diamond[/i], gems not uncommon in Sylsashia, much like other gemstone artifacts, but these..." Dannisus furrowed his brow and pulled the book back, looking intently at the sketch he'd made when he was barely old enough to climb a tree. The drawing was nostalgic, and [i]fearsome,[/i] linked so dearly with the history of his people. After a long pause, he started up again. 

	"About 400 years ago, Myti used to wear them as jewelry. Sounds absolutely ridiculous, doesn't it?" He chuckled lightly. "But they weren't compliant little hunks of rock. They had effects on our women that were... Uh, rather [i]dire[/i]. They ranged from anything from what you've just described, so [i]nightmares, unwanted attention,[/i] to more serious ailments. Worst of all, it took a quite while for my people to realize it back then, that the blood diamonds we'd treasured as frivolous accessories were cause to mass hysteria, insanity, and [i]mana drought.[/i]" He looked at Lui curiously. "Like I mentioned, the only Myti affected were our females. I'm not sure if it had something to do with their magical affinity, or gender, or [i]whatever, [/i]but I can say with quite a bit of certainty that you've got something [i]tremendously dangerous[/i] there. Hell, it was dangerous enough to [i]violently[/i] shift Myti culture a few centuries ago." Dannisus' ears twisted rightwards and he jerked his head back towards the path they took away from the tavern. He noticed one of the men from earlier glancing in their direction. Though he met Jack's eyes momentarily, Dannisus lowered his head and eventually returned his focus to the notes in front of him. "You're not like the Myti, though. You're not biological, and your false eye is [i]embedded[/i] in your skull. The solution my people came to was simple, [i]stop wearing the bloody things,[/i] but if you can't just tear the gem out, it might be a little more complicated than that."