You think, "The room was full of gold and trinkets, but this was the real prize. It was stuck to the top of a pedestal by hardened and caked mud. I tried to pry the thing off the pedestal to no avail. I needed something to clean it with..."
You think, "The towel!"
You think, "Once again my initial discussion with the Dame flooded into my head. She'd given me a towel. I hadn't known what it was for. Now, it was all clear. I needed to handle this thing right. If I could just get the towel to wipe off the scroll case..."
You give Encrusted Scrollcase Clean Towel.
You think, "I wiped the scroll case clean, the towel was as rancid as a swamp gromnie's breath. I tossed it aside. Then, like a tinkerer applying iron to a client's prized sword, I lifted the scroll case."
You think, "I had the case in my hand, I didn't want to open it for fear that the contents might crumble away to nothing. Besides, in the recesses of my mind I figured this was what the Dame was looking for. I looked around the room and spotted a portal. It beckoned me like the soul cage that imprisons Gaerlan."
You think, "I was happy..."
You think, "...and there was no time like the present to see where the portal would take me."
