Look around this room first.

"Let’s look around here a little before we move on." You tell Eudora as you start examining the crates, barrels and sacs that are in jumbled piles all around you. In a fairy tale you would find untold wealth, but at this moment you would settle for just a loaf of bread and something to drink. The crates and barrels are heavy with goods, but the lids are firmly sealed and require a pry bar and mallet to open. You unroll a couple of the carpets out of curiosity. None seem particularly high quality, but all have bright cheerful colors and are thick and warm. Most are much too large for you to carry, but you set aside two of the smaller rugs.

"We can use these to sleep on." You tell Eudora. "Get one or two of those pots, you add pointing to a stack of gleaming copper containers."

"Do you think it’s all right to take these?" She asks as she lifts one of the hundreds of pots piled neatly in a wooden frame.

"Yes, I do." You answer emphatically "What we don't take the thugs that are looting the city will get." Eudora shudders as you mention them "I think we should take whatever we can. Think of it as payment for what you've had to endure." As soon as the words leave your mouth you regret them; Eudora's face loses her easy smile and she pulls your vest tighter around her body. You hear more yelling from the street as another group of people run by outside the door. You can't tell if they are the cries of panicked city dwellers or the yells of excited looters, but either way you are reminded that only one unlocked door separates them from you.

"Help me move one of these barrels against that door." You say and are relieved to see Eudora relax a little as the two of you work together rocking the heavy barrel side to side until it settles with a solid thump against the door. "That's better." You grunt stepping away from the barrel admiring the results. "At least we won't be surprised now."

Eudora does a pirouette in the open space on the floor and giggles as your vest gapes widely exposing one of her round tits and a flash of white thigh.

"Do you think there are any clothes in here?" She asks as she walks further into the room peering into baskets and fingering the contents of sacs through the material opening one or two at random. Eudora lets out a squeal of surprise and joy as she pulls handfuls of necklaces made of colorful beads. She hangs four or five from her neck and wraps some more around her wrists and walks back to you to show you her treasures. The necklaces are made of cheap glass beads, but they look beautiful draped around her slender neck.

"It would help if we could find a lamp." You say as you search the likely areas near the door; soon you find a used oil lamp still mostly full and a flint firestarter lying next to it. It takes only a few seconds to light the lamp and you place the firestarter on the carpets near the pot that Eudora chose. Already you were better equipped than when you left your old master’s house a lifetime ago.

“Let’s find some food.” You say, offering your hand to her and smiling as she places her soft fingers in your hand and leads you excitedly further into the storeroom. All the merchandise in the room is cheap, probably intended to be used as trade goods for merchants as they barter for furs, gems and spices. The crates and barrels are neatly labeled with big letters, but neither Eudora nor you could read more than one or two letters. On the far side of the room are heavy double doors bared from the inside with a heavy wooden beam and a work area with a row of tools. Clearly this is where many of the crates and barrels are packed and sealed. As you step forward to grab a heavy pry bar Eudora cries out in alarm and throws herself into your arms.

You quickly spin around pushing her behind you as you turn and look to see what alarmed her.