[The voice that first comes over the crystal comes off as distracted as said person, male by the sound of it, is turning the crystal this way and that.] Fascinating ... how far do these go, I wonder. Can you track them, like charms? Hmm.

[The voice changes abruptly from curious to charmingly polite.] Good eve, all. I am Tyrion Lannister, of House Lannister, which I realize probably means very little to any of you. Still, titles are titles, and we might as well stick one on the wall to see if it catches anything. As I am a stranger to your lands, and shores, and varying other places ... I had a query. We have these strange shards in our hands, and people use them to go out and close the rifts themselves. Now, does one simply volunteer out of the goodness of one's heart, or is there some sort of formal oath I and the others are supposed to make?

[A pause, then a sly chuckle.] If there is an oath, is there pay? I am a man with a young wife and a fondness for better wine than what I have been drinking. If I am to be stuck here, I would rather be doing something useful than finding new ways to win at your delightful game of Wicked Grace.