...for a moment, Lyn felt her cock throb at her expression; her devilishly playful look was absolutely<em>amazingly</em>sexy.  No, no... she had to focus for a moment.  She remembered Naster, a dwarf friend asked her to sing a dwarf chant, got an 'up close' performance (what sort of up close she didn't know), he thought she pocketed it when he found it missing.  Not only that, but Ninn apparently<em>did</em>have the gemstone on her at some point afterwords, informed the keeper, and woke up to find it missing...<br/><br/>...that was not an easy tale to believe.<br/><br/>"You do know how that story sounds, don't you?  You just<em>happen</em>to have his gem on you after he left, then he dies, and<em>then</em>the gem is gone, right?" Lyn responded softly with a raised, inquisitive brow "But let's assume you're telling the truth for now... what can you tell me about the dwarf who asked you to sing for the dwarf, what can you tell me about the gem, and what can you tell me about the tavern keeper, what you did that night with the gem, and who might have known you had it and could get into your room to get it."