"Probably?" Calder asked as he raised a single eyebrow and waited for Britille to continue. "It is a key but not the one I was hoping to find." Britille replied as her small face twisted with disgust. "Give it. We don't have time to keep searching." Calder said as he stretched out his hand and waited.
Britille clutched the object in her hand and gritted her teeth. "Britille?" Syria called out as she placed her own hand overtop of Britille's. "If you see no problem give it to him yourself!" Britille shouted as she grabbed Syria's wrist and forced her off. She then shoved the object into Syria's hand.
Syria sighed and looked at what seemed to be a palm sized red stone. With a heavy sigh Syria closed her hand and then looked up at Calder. "It's going to hurt." She said bluntly. Calder rolled his eyes before he froze in place. Something caught his eye.