Jared stopped. “Ahh, the Amberstones,” he murmured, a smile cracking across his wide snout. “I never tire of watching their show.”
Large, chiseled blocks of amber held tall display tanks filled with water on either side of a broad door. A fanged medusae floated in each tank, slowly bobbing in the still waters and gently throbbing with a variety of neon lights.
—From Insurrection, an entry in the Tome of CHAOS