"Emperor's bones, I wish I knew." Palamedes purses his lips. He does hate being unable to provide a more definitive answer, but the leis have not yet coughed up any additional secrets. For inanimate objects, they seem to be awfully stubborn. "They have been warded in some manner, fashioned with a protection spell, though what exactly they're meant to protect a person from, I haven't been able to figure out."