The sword rose further from its box and, with with a beckoning gesture from the Medicine Seller, flew obediently into his waiting hand. Surely this is what had set the scales off earlier when he'd been roaming around. There was certainly something trapped in that pot.

"There is a seal," he explained to the children, kneeling down and gesturing to what might have easily been mistaken for an ornamental pattern, but was some sort of glyph. There was also a prominent crack through it.

"Who lived here before...?" He looked expectantly to the dwarf, hoping he had something resembling an answer.