((It's probably not all that appetizing in its current state... I mean it's a charred dead rat, smells like swamp water, dirt, and burnt hair, all over a  rodent scent.))

"My apologies....I feel like I may have led us astray.  I have no idea where to go from here, and am more than open to ideas."

Ember will try to sneak into their den to get an eye on the shiny object. "I see something. I'm going to check it out. Can someone cover me in case the rats decide to attack again?" She says as she starts towards the mouth of the den. Stealth 16 

Blue casts around for something to cover Ember with, shrugs, and decides on just healing her if if she dies.

Ember manages to scurry in, and sees what looks to be a blade in a sheathe, with a scrap of red fabric tangled around it, and some dark fabric that looks surprisingly clean, given its location.

((If you'd like to try to take anything, give me a sleight of hand to withdraw them without causing any commotion.))

Son sets the rat down and moves close enough to Ember to provide a frostbite on anything that comes at her.

"Don't worry Mark, I think we should just keep moving up hill to get out of the swamp for now then maybe Talon and fly up a bit and give us the lay of the land?"

(Sorry....I've been in an area without internet all weekend.)

Ember: Sleight of Hand 8

She will try to grab the blade with the fabric.

As Ember grabs the items, she hears a scrabbling deeper in the nest. It would seem her presence has been noticed...

Son readies his frostbite in anticipation...

With her spoils in hand, Ember runs out of the den, now with no concern over stealth. Clearly they heard her. As she escapes the den, she hides out of view of the entrance. "I think they are coming." She says to the others. "I'm sorry, but I had to see what was inside."

Mark readies his shield and steps forward, waiting to see what emerges.

As one of the rats scrabbles into the entrance, Son unleashes his chilling magic.

CON Save: 11

It yelps and retreats, no other rats seeming to want to tangle with the party.

Ember, you have clutched in your hands what you now see to be a finely made rapier and a black silk mask with eye holes, the sort that could be tied behind the head to obscure the upper half of ones face.

Ember looks down at the blade, running her finger along the edge to judge its sharpness. "This is quite pretty." She tries on the mask to see its fit showing it off to her fellow companions. "What do you think?" she asks. 

((Look Ember is Zorro))

Is there anything special she notices about the blade. Inscriptions or stamps indicating who owned it?

The mask, despite originally seeming a bit big for her size, fits Ember's face perfectly.

((Make an Investigation check for me, please?))

Son would like to examine it for magical-ness.

Arcana:1

(Nope.)

Son has flashbacks to his previous doomed experiments with weaponry and figures he ought to keep his fingers away from the sharp things.

"Anyone have recommendations on which way to go from here?"

Ember Investigation: 15 (no mod)

Son points the way he was leading in response to Mark.

"It was getting drier...sort of."

Can Ember do another Survival check to determine where to go from here? 

1 (no mod)