After casting a glance toward Velenga, Rey slowly approach the Night Stone. Kneeling beside it, he carefully removed a cloth from his pocket--lifting and wrapping the gem within it. Then, setting the stone before him, he murmured a number of words as he formed his hands into various signs. *Suddenly, the object vanished. "Your sacrifices will be remembered," the mage whispered.
Raising himself into a stand, Rey's amber gaze drifted briefly back toward the area the Night Stone had once been. Then, turning, he approached Velenga. "I'm not sure who would have the power to create a Night Stone and be foolish enough to leave it behind. A hidden motive would be my first guess as to second issue. But, as for the first question . . . " Rey's cat-like gaze drifted about as though searching for the answer.
". . . Whoever it is, there is no way to tell how near or far they are or what direction they might be in. But, for the sake of being discreet, I would rather not take the path." He shrugged slightly, stepping back into a thicket. "You may travel as you wish," he added as he vanished among the bushes.
[OOC: *-Rey did not, in actuality, destroy the Night Stone.]