In the hills overlooking the hamlet of Summerset, a tired, quirky, seemingly aloof tangle of a man wanders the ancient ruins. In search of any kind of arcane (or otherwise) mystical magical items, I "fall upon" (as though, I'm nearly did) a seeming unremarkable moss covered stone buried in brush and dirt.
Under closer inspection, as I dusted off the muck, a gentle aqua (blue/green) opalesent sheen cast off from the stone. I noticed a kind of thrumming energy emitting from the "stone". It knew I was there, and it was happy to see me, as if a puppy just waking up from it's nap.