Shiela's Lethicite, when shown to the Blacksmith You pull out the dark purple crystal you received from Sheila and ask if it would be possible to alloy a blade from it. He doesn't move to take it from your outstretched hand just yet, but you can see a hint of interest in the softening of his features. "That's a lethicite. Where'd you get it?" asks the smith.
You drool the mess in your mouth into your hand; the thick fluid you felt first is a light lavender, but as the black sludge from her tail suffuses it, it darkens to a deep purple. The mixture clings together, gelling and then solidifying into an irregular, lustrous stone - a crystal. It heats up in your hand, and you can feel an arousing power leaking into you.