A runner bursts into the room. "Lord Rashiminos, I bring word from a brother of the Order, Diamondeye, settled in New Giruvegan. He has found this and asked me to deliver it to you as a token of aknowledgement to your status in the brotherhood. He also urged me to ask you what the possible usses of it in the service of the public could be. I believe he was thinking of having a monument constructed, completely covered in it."
With these words, the runner opes his hand and a small peice of gold, rubbed blank by many days of travel in a furry glove or a sweaty hand, appears.