Surprisingly, The small idol was a lot lighter than it appeared to be. Something easily noted as it was lifted off the grassy knoll and carefully examined by a captain. The statue was rough to the touch, like a piece of timber, yet as solid as marble. Even the smaller appendages on the miniscule idol seemed inordinately sturdy, such as the little wings or arms. A mysterious aura seeped out of the statue, invisible to the mortal eye, yet palpable as a chill in the air. The longer the captain held the ominous object in his hands, the more something within seemed to tug at him, urging him to take it with him.