Deon's been wandering the beach again, ever since that audio-alone post. Lapis Lazuli. That had to be the gem-woman; at least, it would make a certain amount of sense. He knows the Chihuelans will question him if they come across him, but he's just going for a walk. That's all.

"Lapis?" he calls out from the shore, and the wind carries his voice along the lonely coast.