Ghouls. Well, godsdamn. Mahasset releases the acolyte’s arm with an absent attempt at gentleness.

“Have you tried the waters of your own spring?

“—And who exactly is this Sayid? I hadn’t heard there was a folio merchant in town.”

Deep within him, Ilkhundar stirs eagerly. Undead! Undead walk the lands again! We must boldly stride forth and smite them as they cower before us!

But Mahasset, long since accustomed to the echoes striving within him, subsumes the old paladin’s restless energy and follows the acolyte to the jackal-bones. Without touching the bone fragments, Mahasset will carefully examine the markings scored upon them, searching his memory for any resemblance to any languages or symbols he might know.

He will also draw on all that he knows from holy texts and ancient bestiaries for anything pertaining to ghouls, especially how to prevent and destroy them.

Spoiler: Rolls
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Linguistics
(1d20+10)[15]

Knowledge(religion)
(1d20+9)[13]