A Memory Faded

[Spectre]

The display case didn't seem to budge if she tried to pry it open. There were two locks on the front, both clearly keyholes, but of an odd design, perhaps even custom. Aside from those, there didn't seem to be any other alternatives to getting in save for smashing the glass, but that itself would leave Hemlock furious should he return, let alone the stone missing.
"He.. has the means.. the solution.. to this containment..." The stone spoke once more, it's pattern of speech somewhat unusual for a relic of it's nature. The fact that it could speak was strange to begin with, but perhaps it held more than just conversation.

"She's conducting a search? All I know that's in there are just a bunch of dusty books, some novelties from before his service and that weird ball thing he found. Surely there isn't more?" She crossed her arms, leaning back on the other side of the fairly tight hallway. "Alright.. I guess I'll wait, then.."