Harazra groans, her snarkiness slowly returning. "Fine, but remember why I came here." She looks at the inscription, using her magic to illuminate the wall. "It says here... let's see... It says something about a ritual, about a sacred flame." She's silent for a few moments more. "Your amulet is dedicated to an ancient spirit, I don't know which one, the name is scratched out. If you melt it down, and invoke a ritual, it will break any curse placed upon you, and make you immune to curses in the future. The problem is, if you get the ritual wrong, you get a death curse placed upon you that will kill everyone you love, before you die too. It doesn't say it explicitly, but I get the sense that it's probably a horrific death." She looks along the wall. "Nothing, so far. No indication of where the ritual can be found."
Harazra backs away from the wall. "On the bright side, according to that, I'm pretty sure we can be sure that your amulet won't do anything but block curses until it's melted. No side effects. Can we go get my treasure now?"