Sertanian takes a seat on the rubble just about where the Magma Claw did its firework show. He eats and drinks in silence, watching you in a way that implies he might have had some training in understanding people. After a few minutes of recovery he speaks briefly to you all, but mainly to the Warforged.
"Well, let's get down to business, shall we? Of course Javil would be unable to tell you a thing about any of the museum pieces. He rarely looked at them, or cared about them. Don't get me wrong, he's a good man most of the time, but doesn't care for history at all. I'm not sure exactly what they took, but I saw them wielding the shields of the Red Hand on the march back. I assume they would have taken everything, though. Shields, helm, sword, gauntlets - I suppose if they were being thorough they would even take the battle standard, but I don't think they're that smart."
"And thank you cleric, but it was just a few hard days, nothing more. There are others who need your skills. Like Mirtala. She and I were kept together for a time, in a room that...well, it could be near or far. I couldn't quite tell when they moved us. It's near a spiral staircase, and we had to walk up it to get here. They kept us in a room with frescoes on the walls. And rats. It was quite unpleasant. They finally moved me away, saying that Mirtala would make a better meal than I. I'm not sure if it was an idle threat."
"I'm more worried about Kartenix, though. They brough him here shortly to stay in the cells. He told me he was going to try and overpower the ettercap guarding him by pretending to be asleep when they moved him back. I couldn't persuade him against it, and I haven't seen or heard from him since."
"And that about sums up what I know of the place." From the tone of his voice, it was almost as if he was conducting a tour of the Hall of Valor.
