While Guran remains beside the iron chest holding the guidewire, Fulgrim lifts out the items inside the chest and carries everything over to the northwest corner of Room 8. There appears to be five thread-of-gold ceremonial vestments. The cloth is very fine velvet, and the gold embroidery is real aurum. Anyone who sees the vestments can make an Intelligence (Religion) ability check. If you're a dwarf, add +1. The battered lead map tube turns out to have an intact seal of red wax that prevents immediate inspection of the tube's contents.
The two clear glass vials both contain liquid. One is translucent blue, and even though the vial is capped it smells of almonds. The second vial is filled with a viscous opaque orange liquid, and smells of citrus. The oilcloth pouch is heavy and jingles when Fulgrim picks it up to move it. Coins, perhaps. Or teeth.
Fulgrim begins weaving a spell. His hand motions are a complicated series of deft motions, chased by softly intoned words in his native dwarvish. The magic fills the room, spiraling out, touching everything within thirty feet. When Fulgrim looks around Room 8, he first notices that Father Spec's oilcloth sack is faintly outlined with a magical aura. The glaive does not glow with magic, nor does the iron chest. The vestments, while beautiful, do not seem to be imbued with magic. The blue and the orange potion, however, both give off an aura of magic.
