Flint chuckled, and slid into a chair, leaning back and letting out a puff of air. "Hey, we all got to commit a little bit of treason in our lifetime." he laughed at his own joke, and groaned when a dull pain rippled through him. Oh Gods everything hurt. When she held out the potion, he pushed it away gently. "Take it. You need it more then me, and besides, this is my home, everything I could ever need is right in this room." He gestured around the room, and only then did he remember the stone. How could he forget the bloody stone! He sat up, and dropped the rock onto the table,and stared at it.Flint could feel the dark energy wafting of it, and he could only describe it as<span style="font-style: italic">evil</span>. It was certainly forbidding magic, but he couldn't tell it's origin. "Miss Alma, what do you think of this?" He held it out for her to examine it.