Vadania shrinks once more back to her normal size. Her clothes go back to being a loose fit. Seeing as how she is the closest to the now dead vampire. She leans down and picks up the note that fell from the vampire and reads it.
Vadania pockets the note for now and puts her axe away. She starts making her way towards the child to make sure he is fine. Besides... she has some questions she might want to ask the kid.
Vannithos shifts from his combat stance back to his usual detached presence, calmly approaching the boy as well.
"Good work,"he remarks to those who reacted fast enough to attack, resolving not to be taken by surprise again, "To strike in broad daylight...What was it's purpose? For it's master to gauge our abilities...?" He looks around the streets and rooftops for any sign of someone observing them.
Vadania answers, her voice, while feminine is deep and raspy. "I do not know... Though I believe there is something strange afoot and the poor man may have been turned against his will or something else." She turns to the body. "Someone should secure all it's belongings and the amulet."
She will show Vannithos the note she found.
"I've got a job for you. Pays plenty, and should help you get used to your new enhancement. Bring as many people as you can, but no more than seven or eight."
As Vannithos scans the rooftops, she fails to even see the cute little birdy sitting upon one of the roofs.
Just then, you hear a small voice coming from the ground. "What happened? Wh - Where am I? Where's Grabador?" The boy Garil has woken from his fall, and looks around frantically before spotting the now dead thrall. "What is that? Who are you people?" He fights back tears as he begins to piece together what's happened here.
Vadania places a gloved hand on the boy's shoulder and tries to calm him. "Everything will be alright. You are safe now and that man..." She pauses. She intuits that the boy might be related to the late magician somehow. "You knew him didn't you? He... mentioned you and... talked about finding Lohse. Do you know what he might have been talking about and if he had gone somewhere recently. Someone bad did something to him... and I mean to find out who and make them regret it."
"Well I would say your old magic partner mad4 a slight miscalculation with another business partner. Looked like you were going to be some of the collateral damage of that deal. Flicker here has a softspot for stage hands and moved you over here after your misstep. Best not to ask how he did that." The Wildfire spirit moves to hover just above Engelheart. Finally letting his flame in his palm go out, he rips a part of pastry off and extends it to the young man. "Now that ordeal is over with, we have a few questions if you are up for it? Let's start with names, I'm Engelheart, you are...?"
Vannithos stays silent, letting the others handle questioning the boy while he moves to carefully inspect the thrall's body for anything that might offer more clues. He specifically takes a closer look at the amulet, trying to see if he can discern anything about it from his religious training.
As the chaos faded and the townsfolk’s panic turned to the hush of aftermath, Olgha stood at the edge of the gathering, shadow wrapped, a little apart. The sunlight seemed colder now, splintered by what they had just seen. She watched as the others soothed the boy and exchanged words about notes, names, and enhancements. She kept her silence, the ghost of her own scars tightening her lips. The part of her that remembered being a child...lost, hunted, changed, held her back. Let others comfort him. She couldn't be of comfort to anyone.
When the moment seemed right, Olgha finally stepped into the circle, her boot falls soft but deliberate. She lowered her bow and nodded at the others, eyes flicking from one face to the next...calculating, wary, uninviting. “Olgha,” she offered, her name short and unadorned. “Rubyhair."
The words were flat, and she wasted nothing on pleasantries. Instead, her attention shifted to the thrall’s corpse. Crouching with the natural grace of a born dancer, she inspected the amulet and whatever else the body might yield, fingers careful and deft. She searched for marks, arcane symbols, bloodstains, hidden compartments, anything that might tell a story beyond the obvious. Her gaze swept once across the market, watching the rooftops for the eyes she always felt in the dark. If this was a message, who was meant to read it? She murmured just loud enough for the others to hear, “If this belonged to the real Grabador, he wasn’t just a street performer.” Her fingers brushed the amulet, seeking clues. “Somebody wanted us to see this.”
"Well I would say your old magic partner mad4 a slight miscalculation with another business partner. Looked like you were going to be some of the collateral damage of that deal. Flicker here has a softspot for stage hands and moved you over here after your misstep. Best not to ask how he did that." The Wildfire spirit moves to hover just above Engelheart. Finally letting his flame in his palm go out, he rips a part of pastry off and extends it to the young man. "Now that ordeal is over with, we have a few questions if you are up for it? Let's start with names, I'm Engelheart, you are...?"
The boy seems to have calmed down a bit, but is still clearly upset. He nods dejectedly, then begins to speak. "I... I'm Garil."
Vadania places a gloved hand on the boy's shoulder and tries to calm him. "Everything will be alright. You are safe now and that man..." She pauses. She intuits that the boy might be related to the late magician somehow. "You knew him didn't you? He... mentioned you and... talked about finding Lohse. Do you know what he might have been talking about and if he had gone somewhere recently. Someone bad did something to him... and I mean to find out who and make them regret it."
"He was like a father to me. I never knew my real parents. He said he had found me outside on the street as a baby. When I was old enough, he taught me some magic tricks and I helped do magic. It was how we made money." He pulls the small ring you saw during the show out of his pocket. "He never mentioned any Lohse. But he had started acting strangely the past few days. He got mean and left me on my own for longer periods than he ever used to."
Vannithos stays silent, letting the others handle questioning the boy while he moves to carefully inspect the thrall's body for anything that might offer more clues. He specifically takes a closer look at the amulet, trying to see if he can discern anything about it from his religious training.
Religion: 15
The amulet was small. The chain itself was made of gold, as was the embellishment around the ruby at the center. Inscribed onto the ruby was the rune of some god, but you could not for the life of you recognize it. You could tell, however, that it was ancient. This god had likely been around since the beginning of civilization on this island.
As the chaos faded and the townsfolk’s panic turned to the hush of aftermath, Olgha stood at the edge of the gathering, shadow wrapped, a little apart. The sunlight seemed colder now, splintered by what they had just seen. She watched as the others soothed the boy and exchanged words about notes, names, and enhancements. She kept her silence, the ghost of her own scars tightening her lips. The part of her that remembered being a child...lost, hunted, changed, held her back. Let others comfort him. She couldn't be of comfort to anyone.
When the moment seemed right, Olgha finally stepped into the circle, her boot falls soft but deliberate. She lowered her bow and nodded at the others, eyes flicking from one face to the next...calculating, wary, uninviting. “Olgha,” she offered, her name short and unadorned. “Rubyhair."
The words were flat, and she wasted nothing on pleasantries. Instead, her attention shifted to the thrall’s corpse. Crouching with the natural grace of a born dancer, she inspected the amulet and whatever else the body might yield, fingers careful and deft. She searched for marks, arcane symbols, bloodstains, hidden compartments, anything that might tell a story beyond the obvious. Her gaze swept once across the market, watching the rooftops for the eyes she always felt in the dark. If this was a message, who was meant to read it? She murmured just loud enough for the others to hear, “If this belonged to the real Grabador, he wasn’t just a street performer.” Her fingers brushed the amulet, seeking clues. “Somebody wanted us to see this.”
Perception for anything unusual:12+5(17)
Arcana for the amulet:10+4(14)
As you hold the amulet in your hands, you can sense a great deal of evil radiating out from it. This item exudes chaos, and you feel ill even just touching it. As you look around the thrall and nearby surroundings, you notice nothing out of the ordinary on the thrall. However, you do notice a small chest underneath the wooden platform, seemingly filled with some coins and other trinkets.
Vadania places a gloved hand on the boy's shoulder and tries to calm him. "Everything will be alright. You are safe now and that man..." She pauses. She intuits that the boy might be related to the late magician somehow. "You knew him didn't you? He... mentioned you and... talked about finding Lohse. Do you know what he might have been talking about and if he had gone somewhere recently. Someone bad did something to him... and I mean to find out who and make them regret it."
"He was like a father to me. I never knew my real parents. He said he had found me outside on the street as a baby. When I was old enough, he taught me some magic tricks and I helped do magic. It was how we made money." He pulls the small ring you saw during the show out of his pocket. "He never mentioned any Lohse. But he had started acting strangely the past few days. He got mean and left me on my own for longer periods than he ever used to."
Vadania nods in understanding. A story of losing a parent to a vile curse is one that is familiar to her and one that she relates to... though she was too young and never knew her own father, only stories of him from his heroic days from her mother.
She says, "You have my word. I will find those that did this to your father and make them pay dearly. But for that I need to ask you a few more questions okay? Before he got mean and started acting strange, did he tell you anything about him going somewhere or meeting someone? Or did he simply come back home one day just like any other and he was... different? Did he have any close friends he hung around with that might recognize a Lohse?"
"This rune...I can tell it represents a god, but it pre-dates any I am familiar with," the Shadar-kai observes, waiting for Olgha to finish her examination of the amulet before he risks touching the item.
"Ah, I am Vannithos," he adds, noticing everyone else is giving their names.
Olgha’s fingers hovered on the amulet a moment longer, as if trying to decide whether to drop it or crush it in her palm. Even through gloves, it seemed to leech even the coldness from her skin. She didn’t bother to hide the grimace twisting her mouth as Vannithos spoke. “You feel it too,” she said, voice low and tense. “This isn’t just old magic, or a trinket made to scare off villagers. There’s something inside this thing. Chaos, hunger, hate. I’ve held cursed things before, but this…” she shook her head, exhaling as if to rid herself of the last of its chill, even though she didn't quite need the breathing exercise...an old habit.
Then, Olgha knelt near the edge of the platform. Her gaze flicked to the small chest half-hidden beneath the planks...a distraction she welcomed. She ran her hands lightly over the chest, checking seams, hinges, and latch. Her trained eyes and nimble fingers searched for the telltale resistance of a spring, a pin, a faint glimmer of poison darts, or even a subtle glyph burned into the wood. No rookie mistakes. “Let’s not rush,” she murmured, mostly to herself. “Old habits die harder than hunters.”
Perception: 6+5 (11)
Investigation:13+2(15)
[OOC: I’m not 100% sure which check is needed to detect traps, Perception or Investigation...so I rolled both just in case.]
Vorin hops onto the stage, weapons still drawn, but relaxes and sheathes them when he sees that the others have killed the creature already.
He watches them interrogate the boy and read out the note. Believing in the theory that this was some sort of test, he also scans the area, looking for anything out of place or anybody that stayed to watch.
“Mighty fine work, dealing with it that quickly.”
He watches them interrogate the boy and read out the note. Believing in the theory that this was some sort of test, he also scans the area, looking for anything out of place or anybody that stayed to watch.
Perception: 14
(advantage roll, if favored enemy applies here: 22)
Vadania places a gloved hand on the boy's shoulder and tries to calm him. "Everything will be alright. You are safe now and that man..." She pauses. She intuits that the boy might be related to the late magician somehow. "You knew him didn't you? He... mentioned you and... talked about finding Lohse. Do you know what he might have been talking about and if he had gone somewhere recently. Someone bad did something to him... and I mean to find out who and make them regret it."
"He was like a father to me. I never knew my real parents. He said he had found me outside on the street as a baby. When I was old enough, he taught me some magic tricks and I helped do magic. It was how we made money." He pulls the small ring you saw during the show out of his pocket. "He never mentioned any Lohse. But he had started acting strangely the past few days. He got mean and left me on my own for longer periods than he ever used to."
Vadania nods in understanding. A story of losing a parent to a vile curse is one that is familiar to her and one that she relates to... though she was too young and never knew her own father, only stories of him from his heroic days from her mother.
She says, "You have my word. I will find those that did this to your father and make them pay dearly. But for that I need to ask you a few more questions okay? Before he got mean and started acting strange, did he tell you anything about him going somewhere or meeting someone? Or did he simply come back home one day just like any other and he was... different? Did he have any close friends he hung around with that might recognize a Lohse?"
"No, he never really told me what he was doing when he went out. All I remember is he got some necklace or something, and he acted real weird when I wanted to see it. He even yelled at me, and he hadn't ever done that before." The boy sniffles for a moment before regaining his composure. "I don't think he really had many friends besides me. We never stayed in one place for more than a week or so."
Olgha’s fingers hovered on the amulet a moment longer, as if trying to decide whether to drop it or crush it in her palm. Even through gloves, it seemed to leech even the coldness from her skin. She didn’t bother to hide the grimace twisting her mouth as Vannithos spoke. “You feel it too,” she said, voice low and tense. “This isn’t just old magic, or a trinket made to scare off villagers. There’s something inside this thing. Chaos, hunger, hate. I’ve held cursed things before, but this…” she shook her head, exhaling as if to rid herself of the last of its chill, even though she didn't quite need the breathing exercise...an old habit.
Then, Olgha knelt near the edge of the platform. Her gaze flicked to the small chest half-hidden beneath the planks...a distraction she welcomed. She ran her hands lightly over the chest, checking seams, hinges, and latch. Her trained eyes and nimble fingers searched for the telltale resistance of a spring, a pin, a faint glimmer of poison darts, or even a subtle glyph burned into the wood. No rookie mistakes. “Let’s not rush,” she murmured, mostly to herself. “Old habits die harder than hunters.”
Perception: 6+5 (11)
Investigation:13+2(15)
[OOC: I’m not 100% sure which check is needed to detect traps, Perception or Investigation...so I rolled both just in case.]
You don't see any traps on the small box, and it seems to only be kept shut by a simple lock. Garil, amidst all the questioning, takes notice. "Hey, um, that's ours! Or, well, it was... we kept our earnings in there. You can have some if you'd like, but it's probably not very much. Grabador always kept the key on him." You manage to find the key to the box in one of Grabador's pockets.
Vorin hops onto the stage, weapons still drawn, but relaxes and sheathes them when he sees that the others have killed the creature already.
He watches them interrogate the boy and read out the note. Believing in the theory that this was some sort of test, he also scans the area, looking for anything out of place or anybody that stayed to watch.
“Mighty fine work, dealing with it that quickly.”
He watches them interrogate the boy and read out the note. Believing in the theory that this was some sort of test, he also scans the area, looking for anything out of place or anybody that stayed to watch.
Perception: 14
(advantage roll, if favored enemy applies here: 22)
You look all around you, noticing every little detail about your surroundings, but still do not manage to spot anything lurking around spying on you. If anything had been here watching you, it was most certainly gone by now. You do, however, manage to notice an adorable looking bird perched atop one of the roofs.
Vadania stands up straight again. She thanks Garil for his time. Now she addresses the others. "Nice to meet you. Vadania Ambereyes. I very much appreciate the help in taking down the thrall. From talking to the boy, it seems that whatever changed the nice magician into... that.... happened recently; in the span of a few days. I... would like to get to the bottom of this to make sure this does not happen to anyone else but I fear I am running low on leads; just the letter that is confusing to me and a name 'Lohse'. I would really appreciate if you all would be willing to help as you seem to be experts in dealing with vampires."
Olgha turned the key over in her gloved hand, weighing it before sliding it into the lock. The chest clicked open with a sound that was almost disappointing in its ordinariness...no arcane flash, no poison needle, just old hinges and the scent of wood and copper.
She opened the lid, eyes flicking over its contents.
Engelheart watches as the chest gets opened. Flicker the Wildfire spirit rolls off Engelheart's shoulders and flys to hover 10 feet over Olgha. "Clues only, the rest still has an owner." Taking the final bite of his pastry, which now having none left made him want more of it. "Though we probably need to find you a different way of carrying it." He stares at the necklace and tries to recall if he had seen or heard of one that matches its likeness, but nothing comes to mind (Arcana or history: 2)
Vannithos withdraws a cloth from his pack and carefully removes the chain necklace from the corpse, wrapping it up for now. He stands and gives Vadania a nod.
"I will assist. It would be prudent to visit a temple as well. They may know more about this unknown god, or be able to cleanse this item."
Vadania responds, "I am new to this town. Do you know of a temple? Any clue would help at this stage. We should also ask around for Lohse while we are looking for a temple since that is the only other lead we have."
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Vadania shrinks once more back to her normal size. Her clothes go back to being a loose fit. Seeing as how she is the closest to the now dead vampire. She leans down and picks up the note that fell from the vampire and reads it.
Vadania pockets the note for now and puts her axe away. She starts making her way towards the child to make sure he is fine. Besides... she has some questions she might want to ask the kid.
Vannithos shifts from his combat stance back to his usual detached presence, calmly approaching the boy as well.
"Good work," he remarks to those who reacted fast enough to attack, resolving not to be taken by surprise again, "To strike in broad daylight...What was it's purpose? For it's master to gauge our abilities...?" He looks around the streets and rooftops for any sign of someone observing them.
Perception: nat 1+5= 6 -.-
Vadania answers, her voice, while feminine is deep and raspy. "I do not know... Though I believe there is something strange afoot and the poor man may have been turned against his will or something else." She turns to the body. "Someone should secure all it's belongings and the amulet."
She will show Vannithos the note she found.
As Vannithos scans the rooftops, she fails to even see the cute little birdy sitting upon one of the roofs.
Just then, you hear a small voice coming from the ground. "What happened? Wh - Where am I? Where's Grabador?" The boy Garil has woken from his fall, and looks around frantically before spotting the now dead thrall. "What is that? Who are you people?" He fights back tears as he begins to piece together what's happened here.
Vadania places a gloved hand on the boy's shoulder and tries to calm him. "Everything will be alright. You are safe now and that man..." She pauses. She intuits that the boy might be related to the late magician somehow. "You knew him didn't you? He... mentioned you and... talked about finding Lohse. Do you know what he might have been talking about and if he had gone somewhere recently. Someone bad did something to him... and I mean to find out who and make them regret it."
"Well I would say your old magic partner mad4 a slight miscalculation with another business partner. Looked like you were going to be some of the collateral damage of that deal. Flicker here has a softspot for stage hands and moved you over here after your misstep. Best not to ask how he did that." The Wildfire spirit moves to hover just above Engelheart. Finally letting his flame in his palm go out, he rips a part of pastry off and extends it to the young man. "Now that ordeal is over with, we have a few questions if you are up for it? Let's start with names, I'm Engelheart, you are...?"
Vannithos stays silent, letting the others handle questioning the boy while he moves to carefully inspect the thrall's body for anything that might offer more clues. He specifically takes a closer look at the amulet, trying to see if he can discern anything about it from his religious training.
Religion: 15
As the chaos faded and the townsfolk’s panic turned to the hush of aftermath, Olgha stood at the edge of the gathering, shadow wrapped, a little apart. The sunlight seemed colder now, splintered by what they had just seen. She watched as the others soothed the boy and exchanged words about notes, names, and enhancements. She kept her silence, the ghost of her own scars tightening her lips. The part of her that remembered being a child...lost, hunted, changed, held her back. Let others comfort him. She couldn't be of comfort to anyone.
When the moment seemed right, Olgha finally stepped into the circle, her boot falls soft but deliberate. She lowered her bow and nodded at the others, eyes flicking from one face to the next...calculating, wary, uninviting. “Olgha,” she offered, her name short and unadorned. “Rubyhair."
The words were flat, and she wasted nothing on pleasantries. Instead, her attention shifted to the thrall’s corpse. Crouching with the natural grace of a born dancer, she inspected the amulet and whatever else the body might yield, fingers careful and deft. She searched for marks, arcane symbols, bloodstains, hidden compartments, anything that might tell a story beyond the obvious. Her gaze swept once across the market, watching the rooftops for the eyes she always felt in the dark. If this was a message, who was meant to read it? She murmured just loud enough for the others to hear, “If this belonged to the real Grabador, he wasn’t just a street performer.” Her fingers brushed the amulet, seeking clues. “Somebody wanted us to see this.”
Perception for anything unusual:12+5(17)
Arcana for the amulet:10+4(14)
The boy seems to have calmed down a bit, but is still clearly upset. He nods dejectedly, then begins to speak. "I... I'm Garil."
"He was like a father to me. I never knew my real parents. He said he had found me outside on the street as a baby. When I was old enough, he taught me some magic tricks and I helped do magic. It was how we made money." He pulls the small ring you saw during the show out of his pocket. "He never mentioned any Lohse. But he had started acting strangely the past few days. He got mean and left me on my own for longer periods than he ever used to."
The amulet was small. The chain itself was made of gold, as was the embellishment around the ruby at the center. Inscribed onto the ruby was the rune of some god, but you could not for the life of you recognize it. You could tell, however, that it was ancient. This god had likely been around since the beginning of civilization on this island.
As you hold the amulet in your hands, you can sense a great deal of evil radiating out from it. This item exudes chaos, and you feel ill even just touching it. As you look around the thrall and nearby surroundings, you notice nothing out of the ordinary on the thrall. However, you do notice a small chest underneath the wooden platform, seemingly filled with some coins and other trinkets.
Vadania nods in understanding. A story of losing a parent to a vile curse is one that is familiar to her and one that she relates to... though she was too young and never knew her own father, only stories of him from his heroic days from her mother.
She says, "You have my word. I will find those that did this to your father and make them pay dearly. But for that I need to ask you a few more questions okay? Before he got mean and started acting strange, did he tell you anything about him going somewhere or meeting someone? Or did he simply come back home one day just like any other and he was... different? Did he have any close friends he hung around with that might recognize a Lohse?"
"This rune...I can tell it represents a god, but it pre-dates any I am familiar with," the Shadar-kai observes, waiting for Olgha to finish her examination of the amulet before he risks touching the item.
"Ah, I am Vannithos," he adds, noticing everyone else is giving their names.
Olgha’s fingers hovered on the amulet a moment longer, as if trying to decide whether to drop it or crush it in her palm. Even through gloves, it seemed to leech even the coldness from her skin. She didn’t bother to hide the grimace twisting her mouth as Vannithos spoke. “You feel it too,” she said, voice low and tense. “This isn’t just old magic, or a trinket made to scare off villagers. There’s something inside this thing. Chaos, hunger, hate. I’ve held cursed things before, but this…” she shook her head, exhaling as if to rid herself of the last of its chill, even though she didn't quite need the breathing exercise...an old habit.
Then, Olgha knelt near the edge of the platform. Her gaze flicked to the small chest half-hidden beneath the planks...a distraction she welcomed. She ran her hands lightly over the chest, checking seams, hinges, and latch. Her trained eyes and nimble fingers searched for the telltale resistance of a spring, a pin, a faint glimmer of poison darts, or even a subtle glyph burned into the wood. No rookie mistakes. “Let’s not rush,” she murmured, mostly to herself. “Old habits die harder than hunters.”
Perception: 6+5 (11)
Investigation:13+2(15)
[OOC: I’m not 100% sure which check is needed to detect traps, Perception or Investigation...so I rolled both just in case.]
Vorin hops onto the stage, weapons still drawn, but relaxes and sheathes them when he sees that the others have killed the creature already.
He watches them interrogate the boy and read out the note. Believing in the theory that this was some sort of test, he also scans the area, looking for anything out of place or anybody that stayed to watch.
“Mighty fine work, dealing with it that quickly.”
He watches them interrogate the boy and read out the note. Believing in the theory that this was some sort of test, he also scans the area, looking for anything out of place or anybody that stayed to watch.
Perception: 14
(advantage roll, if favored enemy applies here: 22)
"No, he never really told me what he was doing when he went out. All I remember is he got some necklace or something, and he acted real weird when I wanted to see it. He even yelled at me, and he hadn't ever done that before." The boy sniffles for a moment before regaining his composure. "I don't think he really had many friends besides me. We never stayed in one place for more than a week or so."
You don't see any traps on the small box, and it seems to only be kept shut by a simple lock. Garil, amidst all the questioning, takes notice. "Hey, um, that's ours! Or, well, it was... we kept our earnings in there. You can have some if you'd like, but it's probably not very much. Grabador always kept the key on him." You manage to find the key to the box in one of Grabador's pockets.
You look all around you, noticing every little detail about your surroundings, but still do not manage to spot anything lurking around spying on you. If anything had been here watching you, it was most certainly gone by now. You do, however, manage to notice an adorable looking bird perched atop one of the roofs.
Vadania stands up straight again. She thanks Garil for his time. Now she addresses the others. "Nice to meet you. Vadania Ambereyes. I very much appreciate the help in taking down the thrall. From talking to the boy, it seems that whatever changed the nice magician into... that.... happened recently; in the span of a few days. I... would like to get to the bottom of this to make sure this does not happen to anyone else but I fear I am running low on leads; just the letter that is confusing to me and a name 'Lohse'. I would really appreciate if you all would be willing to help as you seem to be experts in dealing with vampires."
Olgha turned the key over in her gloved hand, weighing it before sliding it into the lock. The chest clicked open with a sound that was almost disappointing in its ordinariness...no arcane flash, no poison needle, just old hinges and the scent of wood and copper.
She opened the lid, eyes flicking over its contents.
Engelheart watches as the chest gets opened. Flicker the Wildfire spirit rolls off Engelheart's shoulders and flys to hover 10 feet over Olgha. "Clues only, the rest still has an owner." Taking the final bite of his pastry, which now having none left made him want more of it. "Though we probably need to find you a different way of carrying it." He stares at the necklace and tries to recall if he had seen or heard of one that matches its likeness, but nothing comes to mind (Arcana or history: 2)
Vannithos withdraws a cloth from his pack and carefully removes the chain necklace from the corpse, wrapping it up for now. He stands and gives Vadania a nod.
"I will assist. It would be prudent to visit a temple as well. They may know more about this unknown god, or be able to cleanse this item."
Vadania responds, "I am new to this town. Do you know of a temple? Any clue would help at this stage. We should also ask around for Lohse while we are looking for a temple since that is the only other lead we have."