"We're not going to get fucked up sea monsters," Dorian said, though he still had a little trill of hysteria in the back of his tenor voice.

He shook his head, and then bent to, very carefully, shuffle the pieces, glowing their dull red, back into the leather satchel he'd had them in. Then, for good measure, he put the satchel back in the fake book, and then put that into a little wooden curio sitting on the writing desk that he usually used to store crystals for enchanting.

"Well, it was -- will you promise me you're not going to yell at me if I tell you how I got it?"