Search for treasure

Gord shrugged, moving stealthily on through the dim and shadowy parlour, steps silent and sure. He was adept at his trade.

They could handle the wizard. Or not. It didn’t matter overly to him. He could always find more companions.

He would handle the booty. And this tower was full of treasures, displayed not tastefully but to convey power and prestige. There was no cohesive style or common theme other than grandiose gaudiness. Rich tapestries from the far reaches of Ylarum clashed against shadow elf paintaings. Finely crafted silver dwarven candelabras from Rockhome sat amongst fabulous Glantrian glassware. Baroque cabinets and bookcases carved by elven master wood singers from deepest Alfheim sat next to antique Alphatian desks and chairs. Money could not buy taste. And whilst valuable these items were not easily moved.

He grinned greedily and looked up at a nearby statue of a lithely naked lass kneeling in a **** pose upon an Minrothadian pedestal, noting the large diamond eyes set in the girls exquisitely carved face and the gold rings than hung from her stone nipples and lovingly carved loins. The statue was made from Ierendi obsidian and was life size but petite. Those glittering diamonds called to his covetous nature. The gold chains draped over her lush curves called to be unbridled.