Nindis held the "wishing gem" to the sunlight. Obvious as it is, this was merely a glass bead albeit coloured nicely. She rubbed the bead between her palms to see if the material would react. No. It was just coloured glass as any other piece of coloured glass would be. She wondered why anyone would take a mere glass bead seriously enough to wish upon it, or even to... oh, there it was. This must have been one of Frimsi's endless tricks and inventions to make ...profit.
Profit! A laughter chimes from the elf's heart echoing like a bell through the Valley. Yet she decided not to reveal her find, she rather set her heart to go with Frimsi's plan. Walking lightly along Bruinen, she weaved a tale to tell about this "wishing gem" and adorned it with details...
