He scowls at his findings.
“Blast! There is magic here, to be sure, but it fades as I speak. At this rate naught will remain before anything useful might be scryed from it.”
Amagus straightens, and with his staff smites a corner of the building, freeing a tiny shard of stone. He picks up the stone and deposits it within a pouch, then shambles back toward the Inn.
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