Meanwhile, Camellia has been examining the loot.

"I think this is a cloak of resistance, but there's something else on top of it. Guessing from the fact that it's a succubus that had it, I would expect something about persuasion or disguise or mind control, but it's possible it wasn't originally theirs and they just wanted it for the bonus to saves. I wouldn't put it on until you find an expert to take a look but it's a pretty good haul even if it is somehow cursed."

She wraps up the cloak in a paper packet without touching it directly and sticks it to the back of her cloak. "Suppose the fellow at the curio shop will be able to suss it out? I wanted to head there next."

"Wizards usually have pretty good spellcraft, so it's a good guess. If not them, maybe Rathimus will."

The temple of Iomedae is currently being run by Stasia, to their companion's relief. With the help of resistance and guidance, Jim is even able to use the hallow effect to throw off the charm. It won't help if he ends up leaving again, but at least his thinking isn't currently being affected. He's similarly grateful for the help, though most of his embarrassment seems to come from the fact that he spent the whole trip there struggling to get out.

Well, if he's willing to stay in the temple for the next while she can un-cocoon him and reiterate that she's just glad he's recovered. And introduce herself to Stasia and anyone else who'll hold still for it.

Then the curio shop!

Stasia is more than a little frazzled, like she’s been working long hours on too little sleep, but she’ll take the time to thank Kybele. The fact that she was able to get some extra security for the temple without having to make the choice to pull people off the streets is a bit of a weight off her shoulders.

The Ancientries and Wonders shop is one of the nicest buildings in the area, but it’s clearly had better days. The windows are broken in and many of the items on the shelves are missing, but there’s still a somewhat surprising number of things there; the reason for the incomplete looting might have something to do with the large stone… statue at the back of the shop?

The question is if any people are in there! "Hello the shop!"

The statue’s head swivels to look at her.

”Greetings. Please by advised that this model never forgets anything, and theft will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of law.”

"Oh, hello, you're alive! I'm Kybele the Curator, or Gazette, and I'm looking for the wizard who operates this establishment."

"Information on the master's whereabouts is prohibited."

As though triggered by their conversation, another voice calls out, less loudly than the golem.

"Hello? Is someone there? I can hear you talking - please, get me out of here!"

It seems to be coming from the direction of a fallen-over shelf.

Okay! Keeping an eye on the statue she is going to sidle in there and get the shelf off the guy.

The golem doesn't interfere with this, but when she lifts the shelf there isn't anybody under there. Instead, the sound seems to be coming from a dagger.

"Phew, I'm free at last! I thought I'd be flattened like a pancake under that thing - thank you so much. Hmm, I don't seem to be in any pain, but my head is still a little foggy. What's all going on out there, causing all the ruckus? Ah, where's my manners; I'm Finnean Dismar, adventurer with the pathfinder society and crusader!"

"Ky, is the dagger talking?"

"The dagger appears to be talking!"

"Hah! No, my weapon is quite cool, seeing as I'm a phantom blade and all, but the one talking is me!"

Despite his protestations, the sounds do indeed seem to be coming from the dagger, and there isn't anyone else nearby.

"Are you... invisible?"

"Wow, gosh, I don't think so? But now that you mention it, I can't see any of my limbs when I look down, so maybe I am? I would think I would know if I had a ring of invisibility on, so maybe I just need to wait for it to wear off?"

"To me it looks like your voice is coming from a dagger and there's nobody else here."

"Huh, I guess I must be invisible then."

The dagger seems cheered at having figured this out.

"So what brings you up here? The shop has been pretty deserted for most of the last day or so, ever since some hooligans tried to break in; there was a big ruckus before that, but I'm afraid I didn't catch that either."

"I had been hoping to have a word with the proprietor."

"Oh, that makes sense. Is he hiding in the basement? You just need to tell the golem to let you in; the password should be 'hand of Irori.'"

"Thanks. Uh, can I pick up... this dagger."

"Oh, it's not really a dagger. I can turn it into whatever kind of weapon I want, unless we're talking like a siege engine. But sure, you seem like a nice person so I don't mind you borrowing it for a bit."

"Neat." She picks it up, paper-sheaths it, attaches it to herself, and goes over to the golem to give the password.

"Password... Accepted."

The golem stands aside, allowing her access to the door leading down into the basement of the shop. It's remarkably well lit, and off to the side she can see shelves hastily crammed with goods that seem to match a fair few of the descriptions missing exhibits in the shop itself.