C.A.R.P.S.

Temil stands up from his table and walks over to Clonk, motioning for him to lean over before he whispers something in his ear and then returns to his spot and starts scribbling into a book furiously.

(PM incoming for Clonk)

The orc nods to Temil, then looks to Wrexton.

"Neither Constable or me know the magics, so this was not done. But I have just come from there, only stopping at Jakoric House to find no one. We may still try this if you can help."

The gnome perks up, smile beaming.

"Be happy to help!" He shuffles things around inside his bag. "Can also conduct an Imprint Read on the dagger, should you think it might uncover more information."

"Anything that gets us to truth of what is going on is welcome, I sure."

((sending a PM))

"You all said lots of words that sound boring. But I hear spiders and dead elders. Clonk, let me know if I need"