That was the wrong thing to ask. Amadeus came into the room clutching his chest like he was wounded. "Do I have a way to trace hidden wards? Please. Do I look like an amateur? Not only can I trace them but I can break them." If he ever got bored with being Sheriff he supposed that he could try life as a bank robber next. Before he could get too caught up on deciding on what his thief name could be, he focused on the room around him.
Calling up the magic, Amadeus sent it out so that it swept over everything in the room and then up the walls. At first it seemed like there was indeed nothing special or hidden in this room but then a ward on the wall across from the desk lite up. Going over to it, Amadeus traced it backwards in blood before then slashing through it. As he did, the light the ward had been giving off went out and revealed a hidden safe.
Another bit of magic and the safe popped open. Amadeus frowned when he saw that all it held was an old worn ledger. Pulling it out he opened it up and started looking over the pages in hardly readable handwriting that had become worn with age. There was a smudge by one name as if someone had often placed their finger there. It was then that Amadeus realized what he held. Alex's connection to his human life. "It's a slave ledger. Slaves bought, owned, and so on."