[ He has the feeling he knows which rocks Flamebringer is referencing. ]

These things, right? I got two.

[ Drifting over sculpt of his sides, Dark sinks his fingers into his skin with a soft grunt and pulls two crystals out of his ribs. One is thick, heavy, and blood red. Its shape is large and thorny, with a black and always swirling essence inside of it. The other crystal is wedged between his middle and ring fingers, significantly smaller and shaped like an angel’s feather. Still, it’s heavy somehow. Silver and extremely bright.

After examining them himself a stretch longer, he plunges them back into his ribs, where they’d been dormant. ]

What an easy life.

[ And not too different than his own pre-resurrection, in a way. All he’d cared about then was taking every kingdom and getting laid.

Now, though, it’s different. Now he worries about shit. ]

Doesn’t look like there’s even anything or anybody worth killing here. Last time I was summoned or pulled or whatever it was, there was at least a war going on. Now I'm just stuck here with some half-elf.

[ He assumes Flamebringer's species and gives no fucks if he is wrong. ]