"Hrrm, there's something wrong..." At this commotion, Lady Ebrietta turned to the old man.
"Ah, Magister Rolf. What's the problem?" The old man wiggled his finger at the Commander of the fort, skulking closer and closer to the table, his head swaying back and forth.
And he was approaching... Marion?
"Aha! I knew it!" He latched on the
ornate staff Marion pillaged back then from the convoy, and lifted it upwards for all to see.
"Is there not a competent mage amongst you folk? Look!" He cast a brief but powerful spell.
Suddenly, the staff began to glow with magical markings! Lucas and Sylvianne could easily recognize runes that related to magical targeting, long-range scrying, permament marking of ownership, and other such applications...
"Where did you get this from? Do you have more of this? I can't help but wonder who managed to mask their magical auras so well, too..." The old man muttered another powerful incantation, and it enveloped the room.
Weapons pilfered from the convoy, and even Lucas's Nosferatu tome, started gently shining with their own magical markings as well.