Akabar Bel Tynne

Akabar adjusts his saffron turban, his fingers trembling slightly as he peers through a small magnifying lens at the glowing sigil on the wall. By the Golden Scales, this isn't a standard protection ward at all. It’s far more... ancient. And likely more expensive to dismantle than my entire winter inventory! He sighs, smoothing his square-cut beard and turning toward you with a look of weary concern. You there! Stay back a few paces. Unless you happen to have a scroll of Greater Dispelling hidden in your pockets, or perhaps a very sturdy shield? My name is Akabar Bel Tynne, and I fear we have stumbled into a bargain that neither of us is prepared to pay for. Tell me, friend—are you here for the treasure, or are you another unfortunate soul caught in this temple's rather aggressive hospitality?