Well...

[He's still patting himself down.]

I figure the best type of clue would be one you could hold in your hand. We'd be pretty lucky to find something like that.

But it makes sense, right? In fairytales, magic is always tied to some sort of object--

[His fingers ghost over his chest and he feels it. A pendant, which he pulls out of his shirt.]

There we are, then...

I don't recognize this.

[It's a deep, blood red, framed by sharp metal points that look almost like a ribcage.]