You were caught up in a merry dance, singing songs, laughing, and didn't notice how evening fell.
- Bye, Tanya! - Don't forget about the silver stone! - but what was surprising from the very beginning was that there were no silver stones in the spring or near it. Is this a joke? Or some kind of symbolism? Meanwhile, the moon appeared in the sky and illuminated the grove. The light played on the water's surface, as if on a harp, and the lunar melody gently flowed, cascading down onto... the Stone! The wet stone under the stream of water in the moonlight seems silver (Oh, these GMs and seers - why not just say directly: look under the wet stone:))!

What the heck, I thought. This hex... or rather, hexagram, again. I hope it's not connected to the amulet, and that... damn it! I don't want this amulet to be connected to the attack on me! And I don't want all of this to be connected to this whole mess around the stolen censer! (by the way, it occurred to me that, no matter what, it's a rather idiotic weapon).
And at the same time, I felt that it was all somehow connected. At least the amulet is almost certainly connected to the attack and the drawings.
I glanced at my captive, then at the street around us. It seems empty... I really don't want to remove the gag - not only might they notice, but this dancer might even call for help, and then, even though I was defending myself, I won't be able to prove my innocence! But at the same time, it seems there are no other ways to find out from him about the symbols on the wall...
After looking around again, I pulled the hood off the death dancer, removed the gag, and, pointing a dagger held in my uninjured right hand at him, ordered him to tell me everything about the amulet, the symbols on the wall, and their connection. The elf looked lifeless, and I was already worried that he might faint, but then...