Daregim looked expectantly at Elizabeth for a reply; then, a man came up to him and practically threw a precious gem at him. Daregim looked at the gem, to the now collapsed man. He removed his glove from his hand to check the man's pulse. He was unsure of what to do in the situation for a moment. It was rare that a man would come up to him and practically throw a precious gem at him. It was even rarer for that person to immediately die. Daregim reached down to pick up the sapphire. He rolled up the sapphire in the cloth, and set it in a buttoned pocket beneath the mail and leather that protected him. He pondered setting it back, but the man had asked him to keep it safe. Safe from what? He had the look of a mercenary or a bandit, yet he didn't act like those Daregim had met. Maybe Daregim's meager reputation as an adventurer is what lead to this; someone seeking him out. Another thought ran through his mind like a jolt. What if it was the will of the Divine Mother? This was quite the situation, and he wasn't too sure of what to do. 

After some more thought, he turned to face Elizabeth. Puzzled and scared, he said with his voice starting to crack. "He's dead." With the cracking of his voice, Daregim shook his head. He had to maintain a calm composure. "If anyone asks, think up a story." He thought. "Would that be what the Divine Mother would want?" He replied to his own thought barely above a whisper. This man had wanted him to keep this sapphire safe. Surely she would understand his reasoning? Daregim kneeled down to look at the man again. He furrowed his brow. Why had this happened? Was this pure coincidence and nothing more? 

Daregim looked back up to Elizabeth. Shaken by the event, and perhaps hoping that the man was still alive so that he could give the sapphire back, he shouted, "We need a healer!" Daregim stood back up, and took in a deep breath. This day wasn't going to be a simple one, he was sure. He hoped the man would be well off by the end of it. Though it appeared to be in vain. After shouting for a healer, Daregim stepped back. A man had just died, and this was all he could do now. Stand, and wait. Maybe everything would turn out for the better. If not? He could simply find this man's family and give the sapphire to them. Unless this man had no family. Daregim's mind shifted to avarice for a full minute before he dispelled such thoughts for the moment with a feeling of guilt. "I won't sell it." He said internally.