Flint watched her carefully. When she reeled back he frowned. Well, it was certainly evil, if it garnered such a reaction from a simple touch. He sighed and leaned close, poking at it with an abandoned tool from the table. It rolled lightly as he tapped it, but didn't do much else. It was odd how it seemed so unassuming from the surface. It looked like a simple black chunk of granite, or obsidian. But when he touched it, he could feel the vile magic that clung to it. "It's evil, and should probably be destroyed." He looked to her with keen eyes, then back to the stone. "How, though, is the question. I don't think any magic I have would do the trick,and no offense, but I doubt you could do better."<br/><br/>Leaning back in his seat, he pondered on what to do, raking his mind for answers.<span style="font-style: italic">Maybe if I chucked it into a volcano it'll melt away...no,<br/> that's a stupid idea. Who make's a all mighty magical weapon that can be ruined by lava...</span>Flint groaned,and glared at the rock. "Maybe I can smash it into dust, eh."