Zoe spent more time with the surviving kin than she usually spent with folks she had healed. Though she had not personally attacked either one, she felt remorseful for the part that she played in the attack and her failure to gather all of the facts before the attack began.
I should have known better than to trust a Red Talon's interpretation of any situation involving humans. she thought to herself.
She was lost in yet another guilty train of thought when Rends appeared.
Grateful for the distraction, she took the fetish knife, turning it over in her hands. It is a large tarnished steel trail knife, as much a hefty tool as a weapon, with a tiny etching of a stylized glyph near the handguard.
"This glyph here is 'Rat,' as you already know. This was likely a prized possession of the kinfolk, being a fetish and all."
The Theurge could feel the spirit inside regard her, and then, determining that she is 'wrong,' refuse to attune before doing the fetish equivalent of rolling over and going back to sleep.
"The spirit inside wants nothing to do with me either. Perhaps it is because I am not of Rat. Maybe Eaton would have better luck attuning with it. On the other hand, some kin are given fetishes attuned specifically to them, in which case not even Eaton could connect with it.
Zoe shook her head as she handed the knife back to Rends.
"Take it to Eaton and see if he has any success. If not, we may have to take it back to McLeod's group and see if any of them know who made it and what it does."