As the helicopter crashes down, a grizzled man rolls out and lands effortlessly on the ground. He wears a glimmer in diamond on the shoulder of his armor. "We've got a temporal one." He snarls. The men in response each pull out a similar looking gem. The way the energy flows around them, you sense, will prevent them from being frozen in a time stop. The commander speaks again, "this one may be trouble." Then, he addresses you, "where did you get the scroll?"