Tarquin rolled his eyes at Cedric's comment. "That is the reason I prefer to hide. Be it behind a mask, a different identity or a profession. Or in this case all of them." He casually took his flute from his belt and played a quick, happy tune. The tall elf took a deep breath and lowered the flute after a while. "In all seriousness I doubt the father has any idea where that weapon is - if it even exists on this plane of existence to begin with." He smiled faintly and shook his head. "Some of you may be adventurers, but I can tell from experience that you do not simply find a weapon of a Goddess in an old chapel like this. You know, they have this certain presence to them - divine weapons, wielded by Gods I mean. You can sense them even if you are not divinely inclined. They just..." He motioned with his hands a bit. "Radiate divinity." Tarquin glanced at the horizon and again shrugged his shoulders. "Besides if that is the only picture with Justicia wielding it there is a chance that this has just been a temple of some other God or Goddess and those who have first defiled it and then dedicated it to Justicia have chosen to keep the hammer in there because it suits their view of Justicia."