Don't ask how she ever came to have them, but a gift has been left for Anthy - a bag of gemstones, and a ring of carved Nevarrite to hold the bag closed. Hopefully the ring fits the dwarva. - xesperanza
@xesperanzaStrolling the courtyard looking nothing more than a ne’er-do-well with too much time on her hands, instead of the head of a large bundle of very sharp pointy, magic-y people, Anthracite Cadash whistled loudly. And terribly. Enough so that the horses, several hundred yards or so away, snorted and kick-stomped in their corrals thus driving the Horse Master to tut at them. The nondescript bag had been delivered by a young page -- brown freckled with an adorable gap in her front teeth that was flashed as she dipped a hurried salute and went, mumbling an yer worshipfulness and taking off in a cloud of dust again to the next delivery. She didn’t even have a chance to tell the girl thank you, before she was off again. Taking the bag in hand, she lifted it to the level of her eyes as if she could possible see through it and guess what was inside. Turning it this a-way and that a-way, she jingled it to hear the melodious sounds of something deliciously expensive inside. The ring itself was wriggled off the top then fiddled with until she found herself wearing it neatly on the first finger of her right hand. Nobody dared say anything about the Inquisitor standing in the middle of the courtyard staring at her hand tipped up at the sun just so she could see how it sparkled on the ring. When she finally had a chance to peek into the bag, the spill of faceted light across gemstones of precious and semi-precious made the Dwarva nearly squeak. As if she were caught with something she might not, should not, have. After a very not at all suspicious look sent left, right, and up--she bundled the bag up and ran off. Presumably to spill the contents of said bag into the kind light of candle and hearth fire in order to watch them glow in said light. Nothing made her happier at that very moment.