[ Lady Sibilla of Antiva City has recently acquired a most curious artifact of dubious origin. A collection of rumors collected from her servants point to the possibility of the item being a cursed object rather than an interesting centerpiece. Persuade Lady Sibilla to part with her newest acquisition by any means necessary, or convince her to allow it to be examined to be sure it isn't going to summon demons in the middle of her next dinner party. ]

He's been rolling the end of the pen in his mouth for ten minutes straight. Left: Scrape as his teeth grind reed. Pause, tense his jaw, and,

Right: Another scrape -

It's not loud, but it's inescapable. They've been shoved into some closet or pantry that now passes for a spare office, two shard-bearers too new to quite know what to do with. Cedric has a pile of papers to sort, and Vega her own instructions. So he sits. So he reads. So his lips purse left and the pen goes scrape.

At last,

"Do you know Antivan?"