Interesting

"Well, I had no idea Jeremiah was looking for you. He is hard to take at times when he is being lord of the manor. Did he say what he wanted?"

Hrothgar replied simply about the dagger he had sold, and where and how he found it, and fetched one of them from his saddle bags and brought it to the Cleric to show him.

"Well, my son," Apollonius traced the cresent and dagger shape on the scabbard of the knife with his sausage like fingers. " I believe this would have sparked Jeremiah's attention." 

Apollonius stood up and walked over to a chest behind his desk, unlocked it with a wave of his hand, opened it and dug around inside. He pulled out a small wooden box. He pulled out three silver chains, with a medallion at the ends. He brought it over to Hrothgar. One had the cresent and dagger embossed on it. The other had a giant tree and roots, and the other had a embattled round tower. They were old coins and well tarnished.

"These are necklaces from the history of the Northwode Family. Jeremiah, myself and a few others, retrieved these after many months and much hardship in the West. We each kept ours to remind us of our bond to Jeremiah, and his to us. They were acquired at great cost. Each blazon represents one of Lord Northwode's sons, four generations ago. The blazons were given to the sons as their symbol of manhood, independence, honor, and fealty to the Northwode name. They were to be the bastions of light in the wilderlands of the west. They all failed. Some bravely, some not." He hands the dagger back to you.

"The ruin you explored is the long abandoned, and long silent, or so it was thought, wizards tower and complex of the first son of Lord Esmoor Northwode, Uddilon. An inquisitive and thoughtful lad the stories say. With peircing light blue eyes. And with an all consuming desire about the heavens, stars, and the ethereal. Some say he was marked by the gods when he was born. He had a gimp arm and a stooped back, and a purple mark the size of a hand across his face. But his palsy did not affect his mind, or his legs. He became a renowned runner, thinker and wizard. Until his curiousity led to his downfall."

"His brothers Etherbert, and Simon were destroyed in the fall, as chaos pushed so violently against the west, driving everyone eventually east. Jeremiah, is the son of Thomasyn Northwode, son of Robert, son of Etherbert and is the current Lord Northwode, sole survivor of a very proud family."

"So you can see why he might have some interest."