Kenneth
"It is very well made," Kenneth remarks.
He drops his hand at the sound of Azten from the other room, and with one last, quick glance at Owen's lantern Kenneth dashes to the dwarf to see the mural.
He places his hands against the wall, wiping away bits of cobweb and dust, tracing the lines of the artwork. "Let's find this chamber," he whispers. "If that lantern is indeed a part of this, then it must be nearby."
He takes a step back and cranes his neck, attempting to see the entire sweep of the painted wall all at once. "Either," Kenneth begins, "the lanterns function as a complex arcane mechanism, perhaps as a lens or a focus for the teleporter doomsday device we saw in the other room, and this lantern is the final key to repairing the damaged appartus."
"Or," he continues, his eyes before alight and now dimming as he realizes another, and possibly more likely, conclusion. "Or, they are just colored lanterns that light a room. Let's go find out!"
OOC - Again, bardic knowledge +4, knowledge (arcana/history/local) +7.