Carefully Alyssa produced a brass key and undid the lock, opening the wooden top gently. Inside was red velvet cushioning and tied down gently with quality fabric was a simple series of pale white, fluted chimes. The material was made of bone, the donor was unknown to Alyssa but the acid etched sigils lining the lengths of the hollowed bones marked it clearly as a daemonic vessel.<br/><br/>She opened her mouth to tell Korsarro about how she got it when Arngeirr stormed in, his gregarious demeanor replaced with an overtly aggressive one. The huge man positively smoldered, putting even Vern's legendary temper to shame.<br/><br/>"Arngeirr," Alyss'a voice was soft, a sharp or loud note would not help any, she simply wanted to gauge if he was aware of his surrounding or was brooding deep in thought. "You seem...out of balance."