"Metal." Her mind was already reeling through the inventory. Valentina nodded towards a spot in the back of the room.

She pointed to an iron bound chest, and slid the wool blankets covering its surface to the side. It was square, made seamlessly. It stood on four sturdy little stubs. Solid. Unbreakable. It had survived centuries already, or so Valentina imagined. She pushed the lid up, to reveal a layer of shelving. She took that out, and then slid her hand to the top of the chest. "This one has an interesting feature." Something clicked as her fingers found a dip in the top panel. She slid it back to reveal another set of compartments, these ones hidden, and all lidded to keep the contents safe, if there had been any.

"She usually buys things before I can get a look at them, but I know the owner. He loves these kinds of things." Valentina glanced over her shoulder at the dark haired man.