A Key of Ancient Times

Purple demon blood drips off the key onto the tainted floor of Timbermaw Hold. The dim light of the cave creates countless prismatic reflections on its surfaces, a phenomenon that appears otherworldly to you. Still, the craftsmanship of it all intrigues you, there has to be a reason Peroth?arn had kept it on him. The keyhead is adorned with intricate and filigrane embellishments, and dons a crescent moon symbol. Without any more clues, however, your discoveries won?t help you much. Perhaps it is time to return to Manor Ravenholdt and seek your old master once more.

Welcome back, agent. What dastardly deed has brought you back to my humble abode?

<Jorach inspects the key with a meticulously thorough gaze. Tracing his fingers over its teeth, a wistful chuckle escapes the aged man.>

If this is not the most fortuitous coincidence. I believe what you have brought here will make us strike a most profitable deal, <name>.