When Sarah left the conference room, the rest of the Council was left in a daze, each in their own thoughts.
"How did Sarah get her hands on that medallion?", Albert asked angrily. "What if it's counterfeit?"
Sinet snorted in displeasure. "I examined it. It's the real thing."
"Do you think she stole it?", Rance chimed in.
"Nonsense!", Jarred barked. "Will you keep your medallion in a place that can be easily taken?"
In truth, Jarred was not sure how Sarah got it. Obviously, she never brought up the topic.
As for the clues he could pick up himself, Jarred is one of the oldest members of the council, being there for more than fifteen years, and that spot behind the kolovrat-shaped groove was always empty.