Zifu held her lamp above the sword and inspected the metal. She touched the flat part of the blade and peered closely, gauging whether the senses could trigger a memory or experience.
"A fascinating reaction," Zifu muttered as her lamp dimmed. "I have seen this metal, but not up close," she said, stepping back away from the sword to give Doc space. "It is a rare metal that comes from a few places, including Morveth."
She looked at the nearest torch. "Bring that flame," she said. "Let us see if the fire reacts similarly."
Once the box caught the light, silvery sigils could be seen, very square and blocky. They inscribed on the wood of the box. Upon trying to open it, Ian found it to be locked. The latch was secured by a lock he'd never seen before, with four separate holes in a square.
Doc gazes in awe at the reaction to light this blade had.
"Truly fitting..." he murmured
"What is a weapon fit for Thotan doing in the middle of a Drathian armory I wonder. Greta, do you mind?" he motions for the torch
Try as Ian might, the classical thieves tools could do nothing against this lock. It was like a normal lock, except it had four tumblers that needed to be unlocked at once - requiring four lockpickers to even crack.
"We might hafta take the long way. Whatever's wrong here was went ta start wrong in that courtyard." He frowns slightly in concern, "I hope those Inquisitors got out alright." Leaving the box for right now he takes a moment to look around at the armory, picking up a couple of gladius and four daggers that he sticks into his boots and belt., "Okay, I'm set." He does a final check on the leather armor he's pulled on. "Everyone grab spare weapons. If we run inta anythin' worse than that witch its blood might burn through steel."