The hammer is an impressive piece, definitely sized in a way for someone big.  Indeed, even just the fact that the head is silver, and it does appear to be more or less pure silver, more or less guarantees it's going to be a tough thing to lift.  The mark underneath the hammer-head is a familiar one, showing an outside circle indicating the crafter is of the city of Theras, on the Eastern wall.  These marks, Lorelei is well aware, are essentially maps that demonstrate the general location within the city.  The Eastern wall of Theras borders a forest in which minotaurs frequently live, the weapon seems sized and weighted for one of them.  How exactly the hammer got from a minotaur's hand in Theras to Hjalmar remains something of a mystery.<br/><br/>The bard's song wraps Nuria in whispering, spinning winds, her muscles around her neck beginning to loosen and feel more comfortable, a full chestful of air filling her lungs for the first time since bugbear hands wrapped around her neck.<br/><br/>The treasures and wonders that are meant to be in the ruins are varied, though what is more known is the danger involved in taking them from the ruins.  There once was a man, Lorelei knows, that came out with a crown, but within weeks his mind was gone.  The crown ripped at his sanity and there are many rumors that all of the goods and treasures within the city are cursed with this same madness.  A city that tore itself apart over greed and a dangling low fruit for adventurers also pushed by greed.<br/><br/>But there is a solution.  The cost of the treasures is greed and the cure is charity; anyone who gives half of their share of treasure will be able to keep their piece.