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Maschera lets the moment pass unfulfilled.
As Alnar turns back, Maschera says, "I haven't seen anything around here other than the key and rubble... if they have your things, they're probably down there."
The singer points toward the corner of the temple. There, a staircase descends into darkness.
Maschera adds, fearfully, "That's where the orcs are staying."
She stops, looking around. "But... I might be able to help. There was something else I found around here..."
Maschera treads carefully behind the altar, picking her way among some tattered remains. She picks up a scroll, the vellum fraying mightily at the edges. "This place used to be dedicated to Cortesia, I can tell from the trappings. This is still Venza. Her protection should still be here."
She unrolls the scroll and starts chanting. A greenish light begins to cover her form. "This magic should offer you some protection. Please, promise to protect me, and I'll promise to protect you." She reaches her hand outward toward Alnar.
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