"Hmm... well, that is interesting.  The clerics of Narintha were known to sometimes keep valuables in hidden parts of their temples, but they weren't likely to place traps in those hidden areas..." he mused to himself as he walked over to Ondrea to take a closer look at the collar.  He cast a few simple spells as he examined it, running his finger along the band, lingering over the word engraved on the front.  "Well, I don't rightly know what kind of curse is on this thing.  I'm seeing all sorts of enchantments on it, however, and I don't think it'll be possible to just cut it off or dispel the magic without finding more..."<br/><br/>After a few moments of thinking, he went over to a rack full of maps and, after examining a few, pulled one out.  "Here.  A colleague of mine, Geflyn, used to live in Watford, about a week's trip east of here.  I'm not sure what he's up to nowadays, haven't talked to him in years, but I'm sure he'll be able to tell you more.... if you're willing to make the trip."  He gave a weary sigh and shook his head before continuing.  "I don't know what kind of spell is on that collar or what it might do beyond a mere annoyance, but the roads are a dangerous place for a young lady.  I suggest at least getting a good night's rest here before traveling on.  If you decide to go, I'll write up a letter to him to introduce you as my apprentice, though I'll let you describe the curse yourself."<br/><br/>He handed Ondrea the map after rolling it up again, and nodded.  "Go have a rest at the inn, you deserve it.  And see me before you leave."