Dugril looked at the box in front of him for a brief moment, but Arthur noticed that the orc seemed distracted, as if standing before this object had brought him back to the very source of the calamity that led him here.
Arthur cleared his throat softly to remind him of his task.
The purpose was clear: he hadn't brought him here to reflect, but to perform the required duty.
Dugril understood the signal immediately, and his expression changed. He straightened up, took a deep breath, then stepped closer and rested his palm on the lid of the box. His fingers moved slowly over the engravings, as if recognizing something long forgotten.
"The magical energy here is familiar... but it's not the kind found among ordinary orcs," he said in a calm voice, charged with interest. "This box bears a direct influence from the Temple of the Ancestors. The symbols on it are used only in high-level rituals."
He tilted his head slightly and ran his finger along a delicate engraving in the corner.
