Downstairs, in the bustling common room of the inn, Ragnar and his companions sat amidst a mix of nervous and excited patrons. The locals buzzed with a blend of admiration for the trio who had dismantled the dreaded Skullcrushers and a hint of trepidation at the tales of Ragnar's ruthless tactics.
Seraphina, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, took a sip of orange juice before asking, "What did you discover about the necklace?"
Ragnar replied, "It points in a specific direction. We'll follow it, hoping it leads us to an artifact."
"Just a direction?" Seraphina questioned, a hint of skepticism in her voice. "It could be anywhere, even on another continent."