"Indeed it does, brother Korsarro," Arngeirr replies, "This shall do nicely."<br/><br/>The giant walks into the room as Korsarro moves the table in place.  He sets the box down in the center and produces the giant hornet locked in amber once more.  As he had done in the reliquary just this morning, Arngeirr touches the hornet to the lock on the front of the box; a soft click can be heard as the inner mechanisms of the box slide into place, and the hugeman slowly opens the lid.  Everything is as it had been; a simple lining of red velvet, with two heavy sashes nestled within the box; one black, one gold, like the stripes of a hornet or a bee.<br/><br/>"Without anything from my father," Arngeirr says, half to himself and half to anyone that would listen, "It will be slow going.  I am not wholly sure where to begin with these items.  I am not even sure if I should remove them from the container..."<br/><br/>Arngeirr runs through everything he knows about the relic from his childhood.  He knows that to damage it would be very dangerous, and that its destruction could unleash an unspeakable evil into the world.  Thank the gods the fight between Vernasus and Valetni had not damaged the box and its contents, or this entire journey - and more importantly, his father's life - would have been in vain.  But how much of that was the truth, he wondered, and how much of it was a father's way of keeping his son out of danger?<br/><br/>"I remember asking a wiseman once about the items," Arngeirr says, "after my father left on his journey.  He did not know much on the subject.  Everything was simply rumors and hearsay.  He believed that these items were weapons of great power, and could turn a normal man into an engine of destruction.  But beyond that, he could not tell me what they did precisely.  Nevertheless, we must be cautious, and be sure we do not damage the items.  I fear disaster could befall us if we allow the items to come to harm."