On his way back to the clearing, Eiro looked down at the gem in his hand for a little while. It was pretty high-quality, as far as he could tell at least. He didn't know too much about how to determine the worth of gems and crystals, but he knew when he saw a precious kind, at least.
It was clear and beautiful, had a strong physical form that made it nearly impossible to break, and it was good at letting magic flow through it, especially ice magic. It would be an amazing material for a staff as well, but for now it should be something that Eiro should make use of to properly apologize to the daughter of winter. Even they appreciated things like that, after all.
But just as he was about to get too close to the king, someone stood in front of Eiro, "What is it?" The demon asked with a growling voice. He couldn't calm down when he had this woman right in front of him.
