"Oho! It's nae th' Urn, but Ah cannae say Ah'm disappynted," Gildrim says. "Did Ah mak clear, Karm, that onythin' we find in th' hoose, apairt fram th' Urn itsel', is oors for th' takin'? An' for whitiver reason, th' lest awners left ahint a heap ay thair vailuables. This swuird Ah've bin usin', an' Ter-raen's chairmin' yellae buits, tae name but twa. Three. Whitiver. An' if thaur's ane thing Ah ken aboot magic, it's that it seems tae keep weel in th' damp. Ah'd be takin' a close leuk at this shiny bauble - if Grendath wad see fit tae gie me th' knawledge!" Gildrim addresses this last remark to the air. "But ye can see magic, th' same as Erf, noo, can ye?"
OOC: come to think of it, Erf found some scrolls downstairs. I didn't pay any attention, because Gildrim can't use them.