Blackout
Furm eyes the stone. 
"Ah, the Bloodstone. Yes." Furm holds his hand out. "I relinquish my claim to your light and the power it gifts." A drop of blood appears in his palm slowly growing larger and larger until it drops onto the table. Furm's cloudy eyes lose thet faint light in them.  The entire hall is watching their eyes glued to the stone. A few drunk fishermen have wanton greed plastered on their faces. Furm reaches down and takes the rock once more. 

"I lay claim to your light and the power it gifts." Furm clutches the Bloodstone tightly in this hand. He winces as the stone liquefies and seeps into his hand. "These stones are valuable in this world. They can be used as currency to bribe most common folk. Or their power can be harnessed for yourself. Be aware, however, they will not sustain their form in the presence of The Father's light. If a Hand shines their light on the stone it will disintegrate and the light within will be released. Likewise if it is claimed and The Light touches you it will strip you of its power and wreck your bodies in the process."