One by one the chairs in the room are filled, those around the centre table, the special guests, arriving last. Murmurs of conversation fade as the assembled guests await the words of the hostess, and the proper commencement of the evenings entertainment.<br/><br/>The impeccable dress Amelia Linbergh rises from her chair, after speaking softly to the foreign gentleman on her left, and turns to survey the room. "Thank you for joining us this evening, ladies and gentlemen. It's so wonderful to have you all here. I know that you have doubtless heard many strange and wonderful stories about what this evening may hold, but rest assured, they shall pale next to the reality."<br/><br/>She pauses as another susurration of murmuring runs around the room, fading back into inaudibility before she continues. "With Sir Peter graciously consenting to allow us the first view of the treasure he has found, and the talents of Madame Romanova, I promise you a night that none of you shall ever forget."<br/><br/>She settles back down and nods at Sir Peter Ramsay, who stands up, acknowledging the smattering of polite applause with a raised hand. "Too kind, too kind, thank you." Though he wears a tuxedo, like most of the men here, it seems ill suited to him, his build looking like that of a wrestler just starting to lose their condition, and a bushy black beard that stretches almost halfway down his chest.<br/><br/>"The items on display here we pulled from a ruin in the jungles of Burma." he said, gesturing around the room. "Whatever city it used to be, time and the jungle have laid waste to most of it. The central pyramid that we obtained most of these from was in the best condition, but that's not saying much. The carvings on the walls were unlike anything we had seen before in the region, appearing more like those found in South America. Quite fascinating really."<br/><br/>Madame Romanova had quietly arisen and began to slowly walk around the room, peering into the glass cabinets. Stopping at one she lifted out some sort of jewelry, a bracelet linked by fine chains to a gleaming red stone set midway along, and from there by more chains to a pair of rings. Two other chains appeared broken at various lengths, and whatever may have been at the end of them was no longer there.<br/><br/>Dainty white gloves covered her hands, and she lifted the jewelry from beneath the case, lowering the lid back down and placing it on the table in front of her seat. She made her way around the cabinets, adding what appears to be a broken bracer, a golden mask and a small figurine to the jewelry. Pausing, she picks up an oddly shaped bladed triskelion, three crooked arms extending out from a central hub, with a curving blade on the end of each arm. Aori might think it somewhat like the shuriken that the ninja were reported to have used, only far larger.<br/><br/>Settling herself back down in her chair, Madame Romanova removed her gloves, and placed her left hand out over the objects in front of her. Her eyes closed, her hand moved slowly back and forth before stopping above the broken piece of jewelry. Daintily, carefully she picked it up, draping it in one hand while the fingers of the other stroked lightly across it. Her breathing began to slow and deepen, as she turned it back and forth between her fingers, and those close enough could see her lips moving, though what words she was silently speaking were not apparent.