Carnelian waves her over without looking, intent on the strange gem. Brows knit in a frown of puzzlement, she turns it over and over in her hand.

"Looks like it, but..."

She holds it up to the light, catching a sparkle off the facets.

"How is that possible? It's not one of the three..." Even the Diamond Authority would have their work cut out for them hiding an extra member. Diamonds, in her experience, weren't exactly subtle.

"I don't think she's an onyx though... what about schorl?"

She curls her fingers upwards. A bubble in a similar blood-red shade to her gem surrounds the diamond, and she passes it over to Champagne.

"I'm going in. Whatever she is, she won't have come here alone."