[center][h3][b]I'onriyi Stonehand[/b][/h3][/center][hr]
A brow raising slightly at the explanation provided by the deo'iel, I'on found himself intrigued. He almost found it unfortunate that he had not encountered such a being, though he knew that if he had he would not be thinking such a thing. As they said, its ability truly was unique. He'd never heard of such a thing, but sadly he had nothing to contribute to the conversation.

Glancing down to a pouch at his side, the penin turned away from the two slightly, more to notify them that he had nothing to say, than to disrespect or ignore. Reaching into the pouch he extracted several rodlin and glanced at the Ixion and then the innkeeper. He raised his hand, the necessary rodlin in his palm. All the while he kept an eye on the hunched demonspawn, and an ear to the conversation mostly to sate his curiosity more than anything else.

If the innkeeper took the coin, I'on would turn back to the two deo'iel a moment, before glancing at their other companion. The man seemed off somehow, but he still couldn't pin down why or how exactly—it was frustrating. He hoped the fellow had nothing to do with this demonspawn business, that'd be just his luck though wouldn't it?