"I have something for you," Binhadi said. He reached up and untied the leather cord around his neckthe cord that held his memory stone. Stepping in close, he secured it around Mahzan's neck.
Mahzan stared at the stone and gently picked it up. It was warm from body heat, and heavier than he would have expected.
Memory stones were a mystery in magic. Some argued they weren't even really stone, but bone changed over time. They came from a small isthmus at the south end of the continent, and cost no small fortune. How they retained memories, no one knew exactly, but all the owner had to do was wake it and the most recent event to have taken place was stored.
Some theorized memory stones were the bones of seers or mind mages, which would make sense, given the islands and isthmus had been used as prisons to hold them for a long time. Though that didn't explain why memory stones weren't found on the other islands, only the isthmus.
He looked at Binhadi. "Why are giving me this?"