Gerad looks up from his gauntlet. "my people do have something to offer, but as it is still in developement at the moment, the gifting will have to wait. does this please you?" he finishes up on his gauntlet, and almost immediatly afterwards those near him feel something like the you feel along the back of a plastic chair as a small orb is constructed in roughly the same manner as the goblet was, but nowhere near as permenant. Gerad makes a small squeak of pleasure at his success, then frowns at his gauntlet as the orb disappears.<br/><br/>(the squeak is something akin to the sound small rodents such as gerbils and mice make.)