After some digging Naia finally unearthed a medallion, almost the size of her palm, covered in strange runes. She glanced around again to see if anybody is nearby before she stood up and examined it more closely. It appeared to be very old, older than anything she had ever seen, and the language was completely foreign to her. Naia raised an eyebrow and debated taking it to Blim before she settled on sticking it deep in her pocket as she begrudgingly walked towards Blim's tent.

As Naia walked she rolled her eyes at the usual stares from the new arrivals, as far as she knew she was the only Drow in the Outcasts, and maintained her signature silence. She raised her eyebrow at a few odd happenings but soon made it to Blim's tent. She sighed as she saw the shadows of other Dwellers in the tent already before she lifted the flap and walked inside. 

She recognized a few of the Dwellers, Cameo and Nivaar as well as the orc whose name she could never remember, but the others were unknown. She chuckled quietly as she saw the massive book Blim was reading bas she slid her way to the front of the group and crossed her arms in front of the gnome.

"What have we got, Blim?"