Isaera sighed softly, looking up. "That's the thing about them... I have no idea. Someone, somewhere knows... and they're willing to pay dearly for it... The amulets are largely just historical trinkets of a happier time... before the alliances were corrupted... whatever properties they possess are lost... those who were alive long ago are long dead... the lore lost as our people tore each other apart... as I say, only two races still even have theirs... and all they do with them is keep them safe... desperately clinging to ages long past. So far as I know, the amulet is a bargaining chip of some kind... the Shadow Elves would give almost anything to get that sort of artifact back. Or... perhaps someone unearthed some information. Either way, it's a chance for me to murder some Shadow Elves and get some pocket change." she shrugged and drained her wine, closing her eyes for just a moment. "It's not an unwillingness to deliver information, I have explained what I can... the lore is long gone... after the wars we have waged, it's hard to keep it all... especially the important things... They're usually the first things you lose..." She looks down... something seems to point to the fact that she's not talking about lore and trinkets anymore.<br/><br/>"Anyway... as to the individual story of the Blackheart... only a Shadow Elf could tell it."