Chris nodded at Elias' assessment and moved over to stand by his side so that he would have firelight to write by. The pirate sometimes looked down at the chart and markings his friend was writing down, but he was mainly interested in the picture and the map that was sprawled before them. He found his eyes always returning to that curious looking beast. Chris didn't know why he was so enthralled by the fantastic creature, but there was something about it that drew him in.
The man arched a brow at Elias' statement about the poem being jumbled up. Of course everything was heavily coded, though the question still remained; why?
"Not really," he replied, though Chris had perhaps spoke too soon.
Against his fingers brushed a bump, a crack in the middle of the beast's paws, where the shining star which he held glowed. Curious, the man pressed against it to find that it was a button. The rock wall began to tremble and moan as it pushed the beast forward, revealing it to be a magical drawer of sorts. Alarmed, his hand instantly drew back to draw his sword until the wall finished shifting. Quietly, he looked down into the drawer to find himself being presented with a queer looking dagger, still shiny and new, despite the hilt being covered with dust. He turned to Elias before reaching out to grab it. The blade was ragged and made of steal, it's hilt mimicking the beast. With it came a fragile slip of paper. Surprisingly, the note was written in Common, if not the handwriting messy because it was rushed.
"'To those that seek a fallen star, beware'," Chris read aloud, "'For not all that is fair leads to fair endings...'"
Though there was more to the slip, the man paused.
"A fallen star?" he muttered, his eyes turning towards the knife in his hands.
His heart practically skipped a beat.
They were treasure hunting for a star!