Quentan looked at the items placed on the table for a moment and looked about. He had hoped that someone else would be willing to do the detection... it wasn't his strongest suit, but as it seemed that all of the magical might in the room was lacking in the simple spell, he lifted the silver hammer from it's place about his belt and clasped it between his big hands.<br/><br/>"Torag, Meself be prayin' ta yeself fer ye divine favor, if'n tis ye will, let me eyes see wha' ye will deems fer meself ta know; fer me vision ta learn o' these sundary thin's an' wha' properties theys be havin' fer th' glory o' ye name an' th' fight o' evil in th' farms o' th' unlivin' who's wicked souls infest th' prison an' terrorizes th' rude but possibily gud harted bein's o' this village. In ye name, tis  me beggin' o' this wish!"<br/><br/>He opened his eyes and studied the items placed on the table and studied for some time before he spoke again.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Spellcraft: At 2016-05-09 13:45:30, Quentan (uid: 33585) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 26 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88356)<br/><br/></div></div>