The priestess would channel energy, restoring health to everyone in the room, enough times to ensure they were restored to full. "Excellent. This way, please?"<br/><br/>She led them down a series of hallways, past two locked and guarded doors, to a small vault. Inside the vault sat only a single pedestal, on top of which sat a golden funerary mask (http://imgur.com/xDHQasT), seemingly innocuous. "This, we have reason to believe, is responsible for the attack on our city. It has a strong aura of both necromancy, and transmutation. We would like to hire you to figure out what, exactly, the mask is, and, if necessary, take the steps to neutralize its power, and keep the city, and possibly the entire region, safe."