"My friend, to be frank, I hold no stock in ancient artifacts of boundless power. All that grand rubbish sound

"My friend, to be frank, I hold no stock in ancient artifacts of boundless power. All that grand rubbish sounded more like the speech of a market trickster, trying to sell snake oil to the village simpleton. I'm merely good at making deals – even with insane fanatics, when the need arises... Though I suppose legends don't spring clear out of the blue." Cephal hefts the cultist's staff. "Whatever secret this tomb holds, it may prove useful."