"A relic?"
Raphael looked around, mildly surprised, but the System had flagged it clearly, somewhere nearby, something was here.
The room had the layout of a master's private quarters.
Most of it had surrendered to time, but the bones of former luxury were still readable in the structure, a large canopied bed, several tables, a row of display cabinets, three chests.
"Looks like I'm the first one in. Hopefully a vampire count's private rooms have something useful. I'm fairly short on money at the moment."
He started with the tables. The drawers held mostly decomposed cosmetics that released a smell best left undescribed. He closed them after a single look.
"In that era men wearing cosmetics was entirely normal. Count's personal taste. Fine."
He moved to the next table, and the next after that. Nothing of value in any of them. He exhaled.
"Decorated Count. This poor?"
He came to the bed, picked up a shredded piece of fabric, and raised an eyebrow.
