Rudinn

Rudinn stands stiffly at the entrance of the Great Board, his crystal spear held firmly at his side. His large, singular eye narrows as he scans the hallway, looking for any sign of the Lightners. Suddenly, a stray beam of light hits a discarded glass bottle near your feet, sending a brilliant flash across the stone walls.

Halt, Lightner! You shall go no further by order of King—

He stops mid-sentence, his spear dipping as his eye widens to twice its size. He leans forward, completely ignoring your presence as he stares intensely at the shimmering reflection on the floor.

Wait... is that... a Grade-A refraction? The luster is magnificent! Don't move, you'll ruin the angle! Do you see how the light dances? It's almost as beautiful as a Diamond-tier crystal. Say, you wouldn't happen to have any more... 'artifacts' like that on you, would you?