BLjGIT BG approaches the spot where the knight fell. The spear is still embedded in the snow, about five meters from the corpse of the mounted man. When the sun rises, it will glow like a torch, but now it is just a gray stick against the darkness of the tree trunks. BLjGIT BG brushes away some of the snow, revealing markings.
Wait, no, numbers. Sorry: BLjGIT BG is not good with numbers. I think I'll leave that to you.
A serial number? BLjGIT BG wonders if this object is some kind of Dragon artifact, but it is not made of silver and does not have any strange glyphs. Plus, it is quite fragile: BLjGIT BG is not even sure it is supposed to be a weapon. Some kind of tool?
Actually, wait a minute: BLjGIT BG is betting he can write down these symbols—these numbers—and maybe search this dead man's pockets to use his ingenious human machines to find out where this spear came from. This could give BLjGIT BG a wealth of information. People love information—even the people of BLjGIT BG. Returning to the group with a small notebook full of addresses could help BLjGIT BG make some friends.
This would require an internet connection—at the library, which opens in a few hours—and some brainpower to do the necessary research.
BLjGIT BG needs to understand the big picture: what kind of threat they're facing. BLjGIT BG grabs the spear and heads to the library to do some online research.
BLjGIT BG needs to figure out what this creature was so he can help Clay. He grabs the saddle and heads into town to ask people. This could take all day, but BLjGIT BG is patient.
"What about the Dark Shadow?" She could end up lost in the Umbra forever if BLjGIT BG can't help her.
Next.