Naugus, meanwhile, squints at the wards as well, especially at that holy one. Wards are a wonderful way to keep out...whatever he is, and he's not about to test their strength or set off alarms in attempting passage beyond them.

So he busies himself instead with looking at the other items kept here. That wooden staff in a rather foul-smelling pen, for instance! "What's the policy on taking other things for our own research?" Just asking!