The man with the pipe smiled at her again. She had very bright eyes, this girl.
He nodded at her assessment. "It is indeed." He followed her gaze, looking at what she looked at, which object in particular had caught her eye.
"I've never been much good with generators. Everything looks so much better illuminated, don't you think?"
Inside the case, on the shelves, sat a few colorful bottles. They looked like they held potions, or had at one time, and were quite old. Beneath those, on another shelf, there was a large amulet, silver, with onyx, on a fairly long chain. There was a canopic jar, long empty of its gristly contents, but still attractive. There was a long, stake-shaped purple crystal. There was a small gold ring with a front that opened like a locket, a poison ring, the man with the pipe thought they were called. There was a first-edition copy of The Canterbury Tales--very rare, very old.