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Mrs. Book snorts in surprise and amusement.
"Except for the level with the troglodytes, no one has been friendly and everyone dangerous. Expect trouble. Violence and trouble. How long have you been with the Pathfinder Society?"
Her tone suggests that she is surprised at the question.

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Iladora exhales grimly. "Long enough that I suppose I should've known better: 'abandoned' doesn't seem to mean the same thing to everyone." She pulls her two-handed sword from its sheath, revealing a thick blade of solid adamantine, and attempts to push open the door.

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Lybram prepares to follow, mace and shield out and ready. "Erastil, look after us and protect us as we being this endeavor." non magical, but sincere prayer.
To Li'l Fella, "Come."

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Viridian grasps his spear and silently motions the wolf to follow.
At the sign of the doors, Viridian scans them for any sign of tampering
perception : 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (15) + 18 = 33

DM Carbide |

There's nothing odd about the doors, and Iladora pushes them open to reveal a chamber with a variety of artwork and keepsake displayed on its walls: a tapestry depicting a royal court, an oddly melted lump of iron on a pedestal, a fine heavy mace hanging on the wall, and a broken staff lying on another pedestal. There is nothing moving in the room, and a single door in the opposite wall.

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Mrs. Book heads right towards the staff and does a detect magic on it.

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"While you are at it, Mrs. Book, check this mace too, please."
Lybram and Li'l Fella watch her back as she concentrates on the spell.

DM Carbide |

The mace detects as magical.

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Mrs. Book is disappointed. Magical weapons are so blasé. Nevertheless, she tries to identify it after casting identify.
spellcraft, identify: 1d20 + 9 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 9 + 10 = 34

DM Carbide |

It's a +1 weapon.