The last day of March is another bitter cold one. Under overcast skies the temperature dropped to -43F overnight...and today it only struggles up to -31F.
Occa continues to study items...
wand of metal and mineral detection - after 40 minutes he gets a vague vision...of a mage leading a band of dwarves carrying picks and shovels. The mage takes out a want...speaks words that are garbled...and the wand pulses and points downwards. The dwarves start digging...and soon uncover an enormous nugget of gold...while the mage stands by and smiles.
wand of fire - After concentrating for half an hour, another vision comes to Occa...of a sombre man clad in sombre clothes working in a funeral parlour. Someone comes in...he hands them a small card...on it are the words: Joseph O'Neil Jr. - registered funeral director and pyromaniac.
"Op Code asks "Occa. What is the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost. Is something bad, like someone dying, going to happen to us?"