"We'll have to restore it." It could just be nothing, too. There really was no telling. Sighing a little, Ceiro moved closer to a lamp and flicked it on. Turning the cup slowly in the light, he couldn't very well make out any more details than he had before. Just the waves.

It certainly fit, he thought. With the images of the staff left to them.. "Did we store the staff down here?" God alone knew where they'd moved it. While interesting, Ceiro wasn't sure he'd have called the staff pretty. Though, of them all- theirs had been the easiest on the eyes.

"There is a jeweler in the Club Distract, a Mister Fawkes. He's often thought to be the finest in the Deck when it comes to jewelry. Take the goblet to him and ask that he restores it as best he can. Once it is returned, I want to look at both- goblet and staff."