It was growing dark outside. Ned pulled another mana stone that faintly shone in the entire room.
Apart from her liquor spilling, Lady Darcey stood in surprise. Stepping backward then eventually leaning forward to see if the stones on Ned's possession were a real mana stone.
"Ye, lad," she said. Sliding the glass of liquor beside her and leaned closer to Ned. "Mana stones, where did ye get that?"
Ned paused for a moment before answering. "Someone gave it to me," he said nonchalantly. I can't really tell her that it was from a man who wanted to kill my Master. It would be—messed up even for her. Ned thought.
"Aye,—no! no 'someone' would just give a mana stone. Ye possess not one but two?" she said unable to hide the shook on her shoulders. "They're very valuable lad. Even us, only have the residue. And it took half of our saving to get a hand of it."
