Lancelot looked curiously at the Thief's Stone that the Dwarf handed over. The gemstone in front of him was as big as a quail egg, with an inner glow like a liquid rainbow—it did indeed look very beautiful. However, his Spirit Perception did not sense any magic power fluctuations, and it hardly contained any of nature's spiritual energy. It seemed indistinguishable from an ordinary gemstone.
"It's called the Thief's Stone?" he asked, looking up at the dwarf who wore a proud expression, "Why does it have that name? Is it related to the Wanderer profession?"
"Wanderer? No, no, no, it has nothing to do with them; this thing is used by those Mages," Bruto shook his head repeatedly. "I'm not clear about its specific use; it should be some kind of spellcasting material... All I know is that a Thief's Stone the size of a fingernail is worth five thousand Gold Coins, and it can be found in any vein."
