[He takes another couple steps forward when it looks like the dog might not slobber all over his nice shirt (but who knows, it's a dog) and casually holds a hand out to it to sniff. Last time he saw one of these things he was in Hades trying to drag Poseidon's stupid ass out to deal with Triton, it's kind of interesting to see one close up that isn't trying to eat his face off.]

It's the Trident of Neptune, from my world. I'm not surprised you can feel it. [A small, wry smile.] Apparently it was lying around gathering dust in a junk shop in Atam.