Father Spec reaches for the key under the table, and presents it triumphantly.
"Ooh. Look at the craftsmanship on this!" he is bubbling with excitement as his head pokes up, the metal key in his fist. "I've not seen its like."
He turns the object over in his hand, and looks at the parchment. He bubbles, "It all coheres! Archbishop Posonby had said there was an earth drake, draconis vulgaris terrestris, that had attacked the Rosemont order. But with this information, it strongly suggests it wasn't a vulgaris terrestris at all!" He chuckles at all the energy he had spent thinking it was. "No, not at all! This, and those marks in the floor, and that attack at Rosemont. They're all from a vermis vermiculis subterrano!" He says this as if he has just pulled back the curtain. "An underdark wyrm my friends! I'd bet my best hat. An underdark wyrm. Now that's something to look for!"
He shows the parchment to any and all who are interested, and then pockets it.
"Where shall we head?"