A young Frenchman in the livery of a courier arrives around 3:00 PM at Notre Dame cathedral's library, where Iommi-Tyr is deep in research....
In French: I beg your pardon, sir, but I have been hired by a rather mysterious lady, who would not give her name, to deliver this small parcel to a Monsieur Iommi-Tyr Magnusson. I am told that you are he, sir.... says the courier, nodding at Iommi-Tyr and handing him the pouch.... He then bows, wishes Iommi-Tyr a good day, and quickly departs the cathedral library....
Inside the pouch is an acorn-sized lump of garnet, which seems to softly glow in the candlelight....