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She remembers the night she visited the curio “shop.” Truth be told it looked more like a tent thrown together in haste; odds and ends strewn across a single table in the back. Among the strange items was a glimmering teal stone. 

The shopkeeper noticed her attention. “Ioun stone,” he’d said, as he placed it in her grasp. When her fingers closed around it the markings on her exposed wrist glowed in response.

The Ioun Stone still gives her comfort, two years later. Carmelli feels like she knows herself a little better when she holds it in her hand.