Iliskra sat upright on the bed, looking at the ring in Leon’s hand and saying, “Let me see that.” Before Leon could respond Iliskra swiped the ring with a swift motion and brought it up close to her face, intensely looking over the strange item. The ring was made of pleasantly smooth, polished iron and the open palm atop it was quite detailed - all the way down to the lines on the hand. “I have never seen anything like this before.” Iliskra squinted her eyes as she inspected the ring. 

“That open hand atop it,” Ibdur grumbled, leaning in close, “it reminds me of the Church of Ilmater.”

“I do not suspect that this Jadarl is a priest of Ilmater.” Iliskra immediately said, handing the ring back to Leon.

“I merely said it [i]reminded[/i] me of the Church of Ilmater.” Ibdur huffed, crossing the room and sitting down his own bed. Iliskra rolled her eyes. Despite his sour expression the dwarf said with genuineness, “So, you also made off with some potions and some alchemical ingredients. If nothing else I am sure you two could pawn them off for some coin. What was that about notes?”

Iliskra began pawing around inside her bag of holding, reaching for the notes she made from Jadarl’s letters. While Iliskra did this Ibdur looked to Leon and asked, “Where did those thieves get off to? - The Talons. I suppose they went running to their nearest rathole?”