(Anything special about these gems?)
It took a fair bit of rummaging about, but finally, Alex managed a grip, now arms deep in the foliage. Steady now, steady... About a half minute later, he had it, a strange gemstone clutched within a hand. Now, why in the world was this here? Perhaps it was important... He would look into it later. For now, he had a meal to finish.
Turning back, the buck catches the sliding doors in his vision, peering from within the garden to see who it was. It takes him a moment or two, but soon, he can't help but wince with a twinge of guilt. The demon hunter, wasn't it? The one who'd been sent through a building wall before he'd made his desperate, inevitably futile last stand... Eyes drift to the wheelchair the man now occupied.