[ Regrettably, it's just the least offensive item he can find since his own shirt has been...displaced. Thanks to Jaskier. ]

If you ask me, [ He pokes his fingers into the chest cavity. The thought of asking permission from the Sentinels does not cross his mind. ] it seems as though whatever power the victim possessed, they failed to contain it. Tore them apart.

[ He withdraws his hand. It's strange. Everything he's learnt so far suggests this is the work of either an unusually powerful mage or a group of men, but he's not sure what that really means. What would they want with this object? If they're powerful enough to have breached the vaults, then they must've known they'd leave their blood behind. Was it simply something they felt was worth the risk?

Geralt leaves the specimen, pausing before the wards. His fingers curl lightly around his medallion. Hm. ] What do you know about the wards here?

[ Thorne uses them often. He doesn't encounter them much in the Free Cities. ]