She follows Kraklaw and Zstlagad into the Rook, growing more excited about this little field trip. She nods with a crooked smile as the Shaman offers his warning, stuffing her hands in her pockets. "What an amazing collection!" She immediately pulls her hands out of her pockets, unable to contain her enthusiasm over the multitude of magical rocks and gems in the little hut. She can feel the power flowing from them, especially those imbibed with fire magic. She wanders over to a string of small red, orange, and black stones, examining them with a look of wonder on her face. She grips one hand in the other, seriously resisting the urge to reach out and touch them. She can feel her own fire gem, tucked safely on its chain under her shirt, responding to the calls of its fellows. She's never seen fire gems in such a wide array of colors ... she wonders if trading gems would affect her magic at all. Without removing her eyes from the collection of stones, she asks, "Where did all of these come from?"