Already starting to change. Better find a bond, boy, if you don't want to lose yourself. Symon didn't say anything; the young man had already proven that reasonable discussion wasn't his strong suit.

"Then let's." Symon's eyes flicked to Waver's pack. "Though, two things. Do you have any more of those scrolls that might be useful, and do you know where he might be?" After speaking he stooped carefully gathering up the jewelry he had found. A pause and then he slipped on one of the necklaces, a fine golden chain hung with a glinting ruby, and then a heavy signet ring. It's flat surface was bloodstone, a deep, rich green flecked with red. The stone was heavily carved, clearly meant as a stamp for a heraldic sigil, a rampant crowned griffin and he slipped it on the ring finger of his left hand. The rest were all secreted away in his pockets.