As Hemlocke had gone to the swamp, Palefur had started her investigation of Eridanus. She knew where "Rift's lot" was hiding out - it wasn't exactly a secret, but in the day or two that she'd been watching from just within the treeline, she'd seen nothing strange. They milled about the garden, tended to the plants, and occasionally spoke with one another. She would have to try and get closer, to try and hear what they were saying. She didn't know what they were tasked with, but she doubted they were doing, well, anything at all. A problem perhaps? Or maybe only certain members had gone. There hadn't been a lot of them there.

She'd been planning on returning to report their activities, but also to check to see if the duty she'd been waiting for was ready to be upheld. And as she returned to the tunnel, Vargas's voice came booming through and she immediately turned, standing straight, and padding over, excitement washing through her to at last be serving a greater cause. "Overseer," she acknowledged with a respectful dip of her head, sitting herself next to the others. They may be higher then her within the Sentinels, but as servants of Vargas, they were equals.

She dipped her head again, respectfully. "Yes, Overseer. I'm honored." And it was, indeed, an honor, to present a piece of her very life to the Overseer that had given her a purpose, a home, and a life she could be proud of. She sat herself down and raised a claw, reaching over as far as she could to get to her stone.

Magic surged through her as the tip of her claw touched the scar-like rock and she scored down, a sliver of the deep ruby breaking off from the greater. It didn't really seem to make much of a difference - what had looked like a wound just seemed to be a little deeper - and it clattered to the ground. She leaned forward and picked it up, stepping forward to set it before the Overseer.

Palefur looked over at Desert Rose with faint surprise. The dragon had only ever referred to her as "cat" so this was a little out of the ordinary. Perhaps a gesture that she was, at last, one of them. Well, she certainly would be after this, she didn't think that Vargas would let a hybrd between them roam around without at least starting here.

"Of course," she responded respectfully. The piece of the sandy gemstone that clattered to the ground surprised her a little. She would have thought that they'd wanted a piece of her gemstone, as this particular one didn't seem all that...sturdy. Well, it didn't matter. She leaned forward and pressed her nose to it, passing along a surge of magicka similar to the one she'd displayed moments ago, the shard gleaming, for a second, with a bloodred-tinted energy before settling back to its original color.

She pushed it forward, then, back to the Desert Rose, a small shiver in her form. She was getting a little tired from all of this magicka usage - she'd never done so much before.