A Fake Crown?

Lori narrowed her sharp dark purple eyes at Asher, her tail flicking with disbelief, "Ssss, did you go stupid, brat? How are you going to learn anything from dead people who died eons ago?" she hissed, her voice dripping with skepticism.

Asher ignored her jab, and with a subtle motion, a jagged black headpiece materialized in his hand. 

The crown's sinister design seemed to hum faintly with an ominous energy, "With this," he said, holding it up to the dim light, "This is the crown of a Wraithlord. I got it as a reward from the Tower of Hell. According to its description, it should let me learn things from the dead… though I haven't tested it yet."

Lori's eyes narrowed even further, her distrust evident, "Every object hassss its limitation, even if it's something from the Tower of Hell," she hissed. Her forked tongue flicked briefly before she added, "But fine. Let'sss see how much you can learn using this ugly crown."