Utterly Mad

The room was different than the others. The items kept here were clearly cared for a great deal better than the others they had seen. For one, they appeared to be on display much like the items that had once festooned the cases at the historical society. "Here, Ferret, take this." Lydia was looking at a short silver rod no thicker than a finger with a small ball of unusually clear glass at it's tip. "Blow on it." Lydia said excitedly. Ferret did so and the sudden flash of light was startling after the darkness of the undercity. "Wonderful!" Lydia cried, "Just wonderful! Real magic! Clean magic!" The rod was some kind of magic light source, and judging from her reaction to it, Lydia had never seen such or had seen very little of it. It hurt Ferrets eyes, but she endeavored to get used to it. They used it to have a better look around. A ring here, a pair of gloves there, in another case they found a pair of carved sticks. In one case was a collection of beautiful knives and daggers. Lydia opened the case with a practiced movement. "How the hell did they get this?" She jabbed her finger at one knife in the case. "This was a gift to me, I must have dropped it when I was murdered and the church came by and took it as a trophy or something." Without a word, Ferret took the knife and tucked it into her bag. If it was important to Lydia, it was important to her. Lydia was staring hard into the case, her expression souring into a sort of anger. "Take everything." She said suddenly. "Take as much as you can from this room. None of this stuff belongs to the church. As far as I can tell, every item in this room is a trophy of some kind. What we saw before was just confiscated goods, but this? This was their real collection." While Ferret picked things up and placed them into her bag, Lydia began opening or smashing cases. It was the most physical activity Ferret had seen her capable of doing. She moved beyond Ferrets view where the smashing continued for a moment. Ferret realized that Lydia had gone silent. She had been about to call out that she couldn't fit anymore into her bag when Lydia had called her over. "Ferret, come here." It gave her a chill. Slowly, she moved in Lydias direction but her trepidation gave way when her friend came into view, a wide grin stretching across her face. Beyond her Ferret could see resting on a plinth what appeared to be a pair of goggles. Instead of lenses though, a pair of ceramic orbs of astounding perfection sat, set into  silver rims like spectacles. Each ball was bone white with a single black dot at their center. The color was natural, she was sure of that. The glass like surface was a work of the glaze on them, and the "irises" were like a pair of bottomless holes which no light could pierce. She picked them up and they seemed to shift and move, though no movement took place. "By right of inheritance," She whispered, remembering the old words spoken by her father as he had laid claim to her grandfathers belongings after his death, "I lay claim. By right of blood do I back this claim." The odd shifting of the eyes stopped, as if to fix themselves on her. Again, no movement had taken place but she now felt as if she were being assessed. Several moments passed. Then, as if nothing was amiss, the tension lifted. Her right had been recognized. Or so she assumed. The eyes she placed in a pocket instead of her bag, buttoning the pocket down to be sure that if she lost her bag she would not at least lose what she had come for. "I have what I came for." Ferret said authoritatively, "We can come back for the rest later."