<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Dragon's Reach: The Undercroft</span></div>The Jarl glanced back at the echoing voice, then his eyes regarded Nalie.<strong>"I'm not sure that's wise considering the circumstances, but if you think this could help."</strong>He said before withdrawing the pendant from around his neck. Frothar then pulled the lever. A hatch opened toward the center of the stone, and he placed the medallion against the recess of the hathc. Turning it 'round till the sound of gears shifting filled the air. Before them the door slid open. Before it revealed the personal  treasure chamber, one that had been passed from Jarl to Jarl since the keep had first been constructed.<br/><br/>The Jarl then proceeded withdrew the medallion to enter the chamber, motioning for Naile to follow him. Once both were inside the room, gears clicked again and the passage behind them shut tight. All around their lay exotic coins, swords of ancient legend; then upon a raised statuette in the center there lay the mask.<strong>"The two people to have worn it so far are myself and my Sister. When the troubles first began I believed the mask could aid us. I lack the magical skill to wield it, so I thought my sister may have fared better. She did, but I fear the act took it's toll on her mind."</strong>He explained as he walked forward, grasping the mask before turning to present it to her.<br/><br/>The Jarl's outstretched hand offered the Scholar a hands on look at the mask. It was just as depicted in the sketch, but a power darker then the black of night emanated from it's surface. For Nalie it was a deep clue to the nature within, as that emanation radiated with the crippling force of Deadric magic. The type commonly felt in her homeland of summerset Isle, but stronger perhaps.<strong>"Ask your questions, lass. Test The Mask if you like, but give me something more to go on."</strong>He ended with that.