Lyre cast an unamused gaze at the unsuspecting captain. Clearly he had no idea what he'd messed with, and didn't seem regretful in the slightest. There was only so much information he could give, but fortunately he could give advice on how to move forward.
"The knife was found in the same condition as the chest," he hinted, continuing to scribble down his thoughts. It was difficult to describe the way cursed objects acted sometimes. The knife was almost buzzing, but only in appearance; it didn't vibrate or affect its surroundings on its own, but did things—unspeakable things—when prodded at.
"I suspect the ship itself may be in a similar state. I cannot demand possession of the ship, but I can advise you not to sail it out to sea and grant permission for the Ministry to send a curse-breaking crew to evaluate it—otherwise you might find yourself in a less desirable state," he warned with a slight arch of his brow.
"The knife was found in the same condition as the chest," he hinted, continuing to scribble down his thoughts. It was difficult to describe the way cursed objects acted sometimes. The knife was almost buzzing, but only in appearance; it didn't vibrate or affect its surroundings on its own, but did things—unspeakable things—when prodded at.
"I suspect the ship itself may be in a similar state. I cannot demand possession of the ship, but I can advise you not to sail it out to sea and grant permission for the Ministry to send a curse-breaking crew to evaluate it—otherwise you might find yourself in a less desirable state," he warned with a slight arch of his brow.