Looking to Jian, Alana smiles in the wickedly plotting way she does, and promptly places the pouch of platinum into her coat pocket.<strong>"Well... I suppose then it begs the question if you have any magical wards present in your office... besides the show-off-your-real-skin runes at the entrance."</strong>she motions back towards the way they had come. With a raised hand and another snap of her fingers, Alana's eyes began to glow with a soft red light, her gaze sweeping across the room. ((Detect Magic))<br/><br/><strong>"Perhaps, if magic was indeed responsible, there may be some trace energy in the air. But if I may, Lady Mettlerak... you seem to intone you may have an idea of the general identity of the culprit? An enemy, or perhaps an organization in particular?"</strong>she asks, more to keep the woman talking as she began to slowly scan the office for any magic. After all, if the culprits simply took the symbol and hid it in the room beneath a floorboard or otherwise, she might well pick up the overpowering holy glow... and if not, perhaps any spells used in the theft...