"The shovel, no. Never have I seen one twisted so strangely. The sigil, though... Hmm..." He closes his eyes and mutters, "A flourish there, no, not like that one, perhaps with a few accents, yes..." He opens them again and smiles. "As I told you, I am of the Brotherhood. We are a quiet organization, focused on finding heroes in these times of need, and our library is full of information on other organizations that court adventurers.
"I seem to recall one such group, the Archaeologists they called themselves, though they were hardly more than proud thieves with a penchant for raiding freshly dug tombs. Their sigil was an artistic combination of several great noble houses, though I could not tell you which. This shovel's complex seal bares a striking resemblance in style and content to the Archaeologists', but it is not identical, as theirs was even more detailed. I suppose it could have lost some minor touches over the years, or perhaps the brand's blacksmith was not skilled enough.
"Based out of Fallon before the Catastrophe, the Archaeologists found their own early graves while raiding a tomb too fresh, or so I was told. It is not active today, nor has it been for centuries, as far as I know. I'm afraid that's all my aging mind can recall."
