[ After Strange has stumbled away and picks back up with muttering another spell, Childermass holds up something that should be incredibly familiar to Strange. A gem, gleaming in the Wismuth sunlight (or whatever amount of it his shadows and a melodramatic backdrop of fake 'oh look it's getting darker out here' he has going here.
Somehow, how he had moved so immediately from being the target of his own wind spell to where he is now, he's also managed to pick a pocket completely unnoticed. ]
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[ After Strange has stumbled away and picks back up with muttering another spell, Childermass holds up something that should be incredibly familiar to Strange. A gem, gleaming in the Wismuth sunlight (or whatever amount of it his shadows and a melodramatic backdrop of fake 'oh look it's getting darker out here' he has going here.
Somehow, how he had moved so immediately from being the target of his own wind spell to where he is now, he's also managed to pick a pocket completely unnoticed. ]