The room was smaller than he expected and more serious.
Six display cases, the items inside each one visible through the sealed transparent surfaces, the cases themselves the kind of containment that suggested the items inside had opinions about being contained. Soft lighting, individual to each case, the kind of careful presentation that meant someone had thought about what these things were worth.
He walked the perimeter slowly.
The first case held a gauntlet, a single piece, the right hand, made of the same dark Fracture material as his new blade, but older, the surface worn in the way of something that had been used extensively before being recovered. His Object Appraisal skill gave him a read of significant age and B-rank origin material. The Hollow Hound registered it with mild in
