The maid stared impatiently at the fox. "Oh, you're still here? If you're really so desperate I reckon I could find a way to make you a... permanent tenant he-... Oh my is that thing real?" The maid was starting to suggestively tap a knife against the desk when she saw the fox placing the gem on the desk. Taking out a handkerchief, she carefully scrutinized the gem.<br/><br/>"Back where I came from, there have been foxes who tried to pay me off with fake coins that turned to duff a few days afterwards. You wouldn't happen to be one of those, would you?"