The Dragon barely restrains himself from rolling his eyes as he snatches up the earring and sets to work inspecting it carefully. His eyes narrow, and he crouches beneath the lab table to kick open his massive travel trunk. Inside, Kit will get an eyeful of what can only be described as a mad scientist's assemblage of curiosities: vials of bright green, brilliant gold, an ominous swirling red-violet. Plenty of indescribable gadgets, gismos, scales, alembics, and a few empty velvet-lined pockets of supplies he has already set out. He draws from the trunk a red leather-bound journal and a pale blue-yellow swirled flask.

"Now, be specific and describe to me what happened. How long did the effects last? When it started losing strength, did it cut out all at once, or did it dwindle on and off for a time?"