He walked through the vast, silent treasury, the only sound the soft padding of his own boots on the cold stone floor. The air was thick with the smell of old metal, dust, and immense, sleeping power.
His eyes scanned the room. In one section, he saw racks of beautifully crafted weapons. There were longswords with jewels embedded in their hilts, elegant staves carved from glowing wood, and bows that seemed to hum with a faint energy.
On a stand of its own sat a heavy, black shield that seemed to absorb the light around it.
Further in, he found glass cases filled with jewelry. Rings, amulets, and bracelets, each one pulsing with a soft, magical light. He knew these were not ordinary trinkets. They were artifacts, filled with enchantments.
'But what do they do?' he wondered, pressing his hand against the cool glass of one case. He saw a simple silver bracelet that seemed to call to him. 'Does it increase strength? Speed? Is it just a fancy paperweight?'
