Portraits of individuals he didn’t recognise, painted in styles he could not name, presented in places and occasions he did not know, lined the walls wherever there was not space occupied by tapestries. The recognizable glow and thrum of powerful magical artefacts radiated about the room, but Spike could not spot any out in the open. What he did see was plenty of weapons; everything from bronze daggers to spears made out of a strange blue-green metal that looked like aged copper but were clearly something much more durable and potent. Amulets and jewellery lay in boxes separate from the gold coins, and had he time, he would have happily delved further to explore the treasures this room offered.