[He obligingly takes the locket, turning it over in his hands curiously for a moment before looking at some of the posts - for a few seconds, anyway. It takes about that long for what exactly's just been said to sink in. When it does, however, his head pops up sharply, and he looks at Diarmuid, his eyebrows arching and disappearing into his bangs.]
A boon? Is that what I think it is?
[He knows the stories, after all, and boons can be important things. Possibly powerful ones, too, unless it's different here than in the tales he's heard of as a youth.]
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A boon? Is that what I think it is?
[He knows the stories, after all, and boons can be important things. Possibly powerful ones, too, unless it's different here than in the tales he's heard of as a youth.]