Salem turned back to Mar, "Of course, Highest. Least I can do." He walked over to the bin in which he kept most of his All-materials, opened it... and stopped, his heart jumping into his throat. There, inside, he could definitely 'see' the tendrils. They seemed to curl inside and through themselves, being absorbed and twisted and violently warped as they passed near and through the stones contained within. Even with his sense for them as weak as it was, he could tell that these materials were not normal.
He shook his head, trying to focus on what was in the bin visually. After a few seconds, he reached in, grabbed a shiny gun-metal grey stone about the size of his fist, and closed the bin. He looked away and closed his eyes. He couldn't even begin to make sense of the mess in there at the moment. The stone in his hand, though... when a tendril passed it, it seemed to be sucked inside. It was strange... Salem could barely see the things, but when they got close to the Allstone, it was as though they became excited and concentrated. He could definitely see them then, and trace them from that point. Aside from that, the stone itself seemed to be constantly exuding the darkness... or whatever it was... that the tendrils themselves were made of. With his eyes closed, it appeared as a spot of darkness... oddly enough, however, it also emitted bits of 'light' that felt similar to his 'soul' that he'd had to find.
Al, in the meantime, seemed oblivious to Salem's apparent disorientation. He shrugged at Mar, "Sorry, didn't realize you weren't feeling well. Would you like anything? Cerebral mending tablets? Ocular juice upgrade? Aspirin?"
After a few moments of standing, mesmerized by the strange sense the thing was giving him, Salem shook his head and stepped over to Mar. He held the stone out to him, "Least I can do. Thank you, Highest."