What does the Stone sound like?

Wondering throws him off the track of their existing disagreement, but now probably isn’t the time to ask. Instead he peaks his brows at her answer to his question, not judgmental, but also not not judgmental. Chalk it up to a skeptical brand of sympathy; he hadn’t considered her the type.

“Is power something you want?” She’s not exactly playing into the fantasy, is she?

“You mentioned lyrium, what would the angle be there?”