Reinold shakes his head. "I've told you all I know. The rest is up to you, and the will of God."
He looks across all of you, a gleam in his eyes. "I have a small supply of holy water, if you feel the need. It will burn those born of unholy magic, protect you from curses and hexes, and purify tainted material. Just don't try to drink it," he winks, "it tastes awful."