The museum is relatively small, and has no system of defense against supernatural or high-tech intrusion. Its owners most likely have no idea that it holds an artifact of such potency.
The museum is open when you arrive, though less than an hour remains before its closing time. In the name of prudency, Katariki weaves an enchantment that will prevent the two of you from being noticed, or even showing up on any security cameras.
"That's a neat trick," you say to him. "Does that possibly explain why MetaHuman has failed to find you?"
He smiles. "Evading MetaHuman requires more than this simple conjuring feat. Hope that you never discover that for yourself. Oh, and while we're inside the museum, try not to do anything to draw attention to yourself. This enchantment isn't foolproof. So don't be foolish."
The two of you find your way to the pertinent room without difficulty. "We're looking for an eighth-century relic," says Katariki, his eyes scanning the room. "An intact drinking flask. It should be here somewhere."
"It is," you tell him. "Or rather, it was." You beckon him over to a cabinet on one side of the room. The plaque beside the cabinent clearly describes the flask you've come to find.
But the flask is gone. In its place, on a glass shelf, is a white business card. You open the cabinet, heedless of any security system that might be present, and take it out.
The card reads: "Aaron Salt: CEO, Psion Industries," followed by Salt's contact details. On its reverse are the handwritten words, "Call me!".
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