Your keen dwarven eyes adjust to the shifting drifts of mist across the Plain of Cysts. You have the nearby cyst as a reference, for size, color, and content, so your mind and eyes begin a merchant's calculations, given the patch of pimpled land.
There are hundreds of potential treasure troves, if what waits for Kikinnin is genuine, not some kind of trick of the eye.
Anything resisting the corrosion of Occipitus might prove quite valuable, in trade or in support of your current mission.
A thought occurs to you- how easy would it be to slit some cysts, without the others seeing? What if your favorite form of tabac, crafted celestially, is waiting for you in one of these many, many pimples? The others might not approve. Your bror, certainly. Is it possible, that while the others search their own cysts, you could sneak off? Certainly Marigold would prove the noble Lantern bearer, while you liberated the contents of Celestia...