The Stones are worth looking into, he knows fully and immediately. With what he's seen of this place thus far, they'll likely be made of crystallized blood, or something similarly improbably and frankly stylish.

But she's looking at him with proper interest now.

"We're not turning up much on Mariana from here on shore." He sweeps a hand to the discarded stack of books. "But I have something of a sense for these things. In my native magic, I'm an old hand." Nothing like a little understatement. "I might get a better read on the situation from out on the water, and we'll see what we can see."