Nakpik nodded, bobbing his head repeatedly, in thanks. "Yes, yes... the curse is broken!" he said, grinning.<br/><br/>Damien took the items, humming to himself as he began to inspect them. It would take the rest of the day, as the group settled in for camp, to identify all seven bolts as +1 Flaming, the boots as Boots of Elvenkind, and the dust as a single dose of Dust of Illusion.<br/><br/>Talia would pore over the journal, picking out choice bits to share with the party - Tartuk had been born a gnome, a particularly cruel and self-serving fellow. In an attempt to betray a small town to a pack of ogres, he was killed, but the town thought he was a hero, and so reincarnated him... into a kobold, his hated enemy. The journal continues to chronicle how he would do much as he did with the Sootscales - integrate himself into a kobold tribe as their shaman, lead them into chaos and self-destruction, tear the clan down entirely, and move on to the next. She would also note that, near the back, he had what he called his 'escape plan' - a scroll of Fly, written on the back cover, which he intended to use to fly as high as possible, and plummet to his death after the spell's safety mechanism wore out.<br/><br/>