"Well, mebbe that priestess can help us figure these things out later. But thar's one other way to find out, eh?"
Yotnar grabs the powerful silver-chained talisman and, before anyone can object, puts it on.
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Yotnar eyes the loot with typical dwarven avarice, only for Andy to swoop in and steal the most shiny-looking artifact. When the dragon snarls at him, he snorts in response. "Well fine, keep yer brass triangle, but I'm takin' some of the magic stuff!" He scoops up the tin and the talisman with the strongest magical aura, before remembering something. "Oh! Do any of ye remember studyin' about spells n' whatnot? We've gotta figure out what these doodads can do!" "Annyweigh, it sounds like that journal's talkin' 'bout us, eh? So we used ta be associated wit' this Lowls, got amnesia, and then he sold us off? Guess we weren't great friends..."
Yotnar hasn't noticed the figure in the blood yet. He's been keeping his eyes on Silvia and her new pet as they inspect the desk. He seems convinced that the undead rat will go feral and bite its owner at any moment. "Oh aye, I could...if ye don't care about leavin' the desk intact." He pointedly lifts his waraxe. "I could try ta angle it so I don't completely ruin the papers or whatever's in there. But this axe's meant for power, not precision." And wouldn't it be a shame if I bisected your little monster by mistake... he thinks to himself.
Yotnar looks at the blood with a grim expression. When the party discovered that the exterior of the asylum was flooded with abominations, he had done his best to keep everyone's spirits up. But now he himself was starting to have doubts. The pool of blood in front of him almost seems like it was intentionally placed there, just to remind him how little he understands about his situation, and the dangers waiting in this wretched place. Yotnar finds himself overcome with a combination of anger, frustration, despair, and fear. He voices those emotions all at once with a single utterance: "B@+$++!s." Then, having said everything that needed saying, he starts to search the room, looking for clues to whose blood this is and who (or what) spilt it.
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