Rayn rolled his eyes, "Fine. I'll investigate the thieves myself." He said going somewhere else so he could think privately, "So this thing leads to a treasure... right..." he had no idea how to use the thing.
"Did someone say 'treasure'?" said Iago, flying up to Rayn and perching on his shoulder, "I love treasure..." he said looking around, "Hey, there's no treasure here!" he said glaring at Rayn.
"Of course not. That thief said this would lead to a treasure."
"Hmm. That's funny... there's lots of treasure in the palace. What makes this treasure so special?"
Suddenly the green jewel on the end of the rod glowed brightly and woman's voice was heard.
Your question is m answer! And before them, was a tall woman made of bright light. The 40 thieves, wished to use the rod's power to find the Vanishing Isle, where the ultimate treasure is hidden.
Iago flew from his perch on Rayn's shoulder and made eye level contact with the woman, "Oh, really? Where might I find this treasure?
I may only answer one question. You have already asked your question.
"Oh that? That wasn't a question..." Iago said frantically, "That was just... thinking outloud... so about that treasure..."
I can only answer one question. She looked at Rayn. Do you have a question for me?
Rayn shook his head, "Not really. I'll get back to you on that one." he said with a shrug.
The woman nodded and vanished, the bright light she brought with her also vanished.
If God is so perfect, then why are his creations so imperfect?