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I fiddled with the mechanism holding the lens to the table, managing to unscrew it and lift it up to my eye. Scouring glowed through the lens as he dug around inside a filing cabinet, his horn shining brightly despite him not casting a spell. Lowering the lens I waved Aerith over. She took the lens in her magic and glanced through, an amused smile crossing her face. Any idea what kind of enchantment this is? I asked, turning the piece of glass over in my hooves. Aerith shrugged, holding a gem under the lens again.
 
I think its something that detects inherent magical energies. The cutters probably used them to make more powerful stones, or pick out the right ones or something. Her sign read. I raised my eyebrows a bit, holding the lens up to my eye again. I could see Night Strikes silhouette glowing faintly, her wings especially so, in a darkened office through the cracked wood as she rummaged through the desk, slipping something she found into her duffel bag.
 
Hey, dont hog all of those for yourself, Night Strike! I chuckled, Night Strikes head popping up in surprise. She opened up the door to see me grinning through the lens. You know, these make for a pretty good impression of night vision goggles. Short of a megaspell going off, I won’t be blinded by them, either. I placed the lens carefully into my saddlebags before trotting over to another gem cutters table and unscrewing the one affixed to it. Night Strike rolled her eyes as I pocketed the second piece of glass, a faint sigh escaping her lips.