If there are no objections, the party moves on to the museum. It's not much, two rooms with a few simple items in it. Most are scraps and junk, if very old junk. A metal bowl with the nonsense word "Hesami" written on it in Syrneth runes. The head and left hand of a statue of a woman. Some of the fragments of an ancient data slate. But there are some more significant items as well. Closest the curator's desk is a scythe locked within a reinforced glass case. It looks very battered and probably nonfunctional. To one side of the museum is a tangle of parts that may have belonged to some sort of automaton. And in the other room is a fragment of a metal tablet, scarred and pitted by time. Syrneth runes are written across it, part of some sort of warning, but it's mostly illegible.
However, for the Atlanteans, looking at it will cause a headache.

The curator of the museum, an elderly Squat sitting on a very tall stool in order to see over his human sized desk, seems quite interested that such a strange crowd has entered his museum, and is keeping a close eye on the group.