Someones private room

Looking around you find yourself in a cold black stone room roughly 15' square. There are no windows or obvious entries, but it seems to be a bedroom of sorts. There is a rather large queen sized bed, a small desk like setup with a mirror on it and three shelves on each side of the small wooden chair, a small wooden closed off area with a wicker door, and a pair of small chests. Not sure what to start with your attention is first taken by the little desk, you can't help but wonder what are in the drawers. Starting at the top left you slide it open and find it is full of black makeup of all sorts. It is all in rather odd containers, and nothing is marked, but you some how know not only where it is intended to be used, but you are pretty sure you could put it on if you chose to. Slipping it back shut you move on to the next drawer on that side. This one contains only a small leather bound book an inkwell, and a very old fashioned quill pen. Taking a moment to look at the book you see it is a list of names, most of which are crossed out. There is also a list next to each of what seems to be a price and a date that you don't understand completely, but you some how get the sense that whoever this journal belongs to has purchased many people, and most of them are now either sold or dead. Pulling open the bottom drawer on the left you find what seems to be a pile of odd jewelry. Sifting through it, you seem to be able to pick out two sets of clothing for lack of a better term, that consists of little more than several pieces of silver or gold jewelry, and a tiny bit of silk that when worn it would offer a tiny bit of modesty. Not wanting to mess with that, yet wanting to have something to put on, you slide the drawer shut and move to the top right. It contains basic cleaning items, a silver comb, what must be a primitive tooth brush, a pair of small rough towels, and a bar of hard looking soap. The one below that contains a total of 7 vials of oddly colored liquids and a small silk belt with a little pocket for each similar to a shotgun shell belt. “Interesting?” Picking the first up you pull the little glass stopper and the second you smell it you are sure drinking it will heal any injury, the second and third seem to be the same, the fourth gives the strength of an ox, the fifth and sixth are explosive, and the last transforms you into some kind of demon, you are not sure what exactly. In the last drawer you find a silk wrapped package. Opening it up you find a big black lump of sorta penis shaped rock. It is warm to the touch and as soon as you pick it up you have an insatiable urge to stick it up your ass. You are barely able to toss it back into the drawer and slam it closed, but part of you knows it is a piece of magic that you know you will have to keep.

Not quite at the point of dressing up in the slutty jewelry that would make you look even more like a girl, you turn your attention to the little walled in area. The door and walls are thin enough that you are pretty sure it was added in to an already existing room. The second you pull open the door you know exactly what it is. There is a small wooden seat sitting on a hole in the ground that smells like shit, a small table next to it with a bowl and a tiny decanter you are pretty sure some how is magic. It is very light and just over 4” tall with a little crystal stopper. “What the hell.” You pull off the stopper and look in the tiny opening. It seems to be full of clear water. Taking a drink you are amazed that it holds so much. Looking back in you see it is still full. “Cool.” You close the door as you exit the tiny room and set the decanter on the desk.

Next you decide to take a look at the two small chests. The first thing that becomes instantly apparent is that they are either way heavier than they look, or attached to the ground. Looking them over you don't think they are locked, you also see no signs of any kind of trap or alarm. Lifting the lid on the first one you see a simple leather satchel like case roughly 12”x6”x4” in size with a shoulder strap. You pull it out and toss back the flap, opening it. As you look in you are once again amazed. The inside seems to be easily 10x the size, big enough to fall into, yet as you reach in your hand you seem to be able to touch any spot with ease. “Now that is cool.” The pouch is currently empty, but you think you could take nearly everything here if you really wanted to. Looking at the chest you are sure it should be deeper. Running your fingers around the entire bottom inside and out you finally find a tiny switch just like the door. The bottom slides open to reveal 200 small gold coins about the size of a dime. You take a second to scoop them all into the satchel before moving on to the second chest. The lid pops open easily and you are rather impressed by what you see, two beautiful yet odd items. The first is a golden hilt of a sword with no blade, the pommel is a styled as a claw holding a small ruby, as you pick it up you somehow know that by blowing on the ruby a blade of fire will spring forth from the hilt. The second item is another handle of sorts made of silver, looking it over you are granted the knowledge of what it is. If you hold the handle and give it a slight twist a 3' length of ice extends from each end, one of which has a wicked spear point, if thrown it will return to your hand after impact. “So that is it? Huh, now what the hell am I going to do?” You ask the air. “Fuck it I am taking everything.” Grabbing the satchel you pack in all the items you have found including the red silk pillow and sheet from the bed.