Oh yes, it must be. He's seen magic-etched tools before -- and by the aura surrounding it, this blade must be a powerful one. He carefully wraps it back up in its bag and stuffs up his sleeve. What to do next...?

His gaze falls on the desk with a thoughtful hum. He doesn't recognize the runes, but perhaps Miss Dahlia would. And the handle...red, like the cultist's robes. Would this, plus the beast in the basement, be enough to tie Doctor Coldwood to the cult of Nyarlathotep?

He steps towards to the desk, meaning to search it as well.