Erepar was dead tired, and looked at Keystone with a sense of gratitude and strangely, alarm, when the warrior mentioned not hurting the elf. Had he not noticed, or was this an odd joke? As they spoke about the elf's tower, an idea formed in the wizard's mind. He rose and walked over to a few odd shelves, rummaging around as he continued to listen in on the conversation. Shortly after the warriors were done discussing, he found what he was looking for. A single step took him back to his 'seat', in his hand a slender wand. He offered it to the half orc:

"I sense the divine magic around you, so you must know how to use wands. If you wish to travel back to Reverin's tower, this wand can help you dispel the wards around it. Perhaps you will find enough inside to satisfy your hiring costs. Perhaps you will find nothing of use. He's also still wearing that ring of his, it's yours if you want it. I have no need of such cursed items."

He perked up on the stone seat, listening to something inaudible to the rest. Then, the wizard's face twisted into a mask of horror as he realized. He jolted up, as if shocked by lightning, and started pushing the two newcomers out of the chapel:
"You have to go, now! Take the wand and the elf if you must, but leave this place and don't come back!"