Re: The Young Clave
"There we go!" Alberic grins, and cheerfully waves the hand and crystal in the air, rather morbidly. "Shall we head back to that machine of yours and see if it does something? I'm not sure we can get much further here, and until we know more about it what it does, I don't know that we want spend time digging up more of the crystals?"
He tucks the hand into his pocket, and carefully replaces his left mitten, then sticks his pipe between his teeth, and takes a long draw, before exhaling a cloud of yellow, honey-scented smoke.