The man moved around the tent, eyes darting from the woman to various objects and back again. He hummed very slightly as he worked, clearly happy.
"Does anything catch your eye?" he asked.
He was standing now in front of a cabinet, and inside it there were many very shiny things. Bottles, a few pieces of jewelry--including a crown--and a few old weapons. Very, very old.
"I find that sometimes the best things get overlooked."