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He reaches to touch it, his taloned hand grasping it. He feels its weight for a second, twisting it back and forth.

He responds at length. "A Waterstone," he whispers. "Capable of purifying water and calming the beasts of the river." His talon tightens around it, his voice dipping low and becoming menacing. "Pray tell, where did your mother find this?"

The cock of his head, the shine in his eye, the tone in his voice. All Agatha can think of is how the legends about this creature being able to terrify the largest storm giant were true.