Gray frowned, looking closely at the medallion. "I'm sure that I've seen this thing before..." He reached forward to touch the medallion, then jerked his hand back, mumbling to himself. "That's from the Pewter City Museum, isn't it? I used to go there all the time, when I was a kid." He half-reached towards the medallion again. "My Grandfather..." There was a bit of an acid edge, when he said the word. "He used to take me there a lot. He donated nearly half of the exhibits himself, at one point or another. He might have donated this one, actually."<br/><br/>Puzzled, he reached forward and made to brush the medallion, tracing the symbols on it.