"Where did all of this come from?" You whisper, afraid that speaking aloud would somehow break the spell of such a wonderous place.



Talitha strokes the blue firelizard's neck as she laughs. "From Talguin. He's worse that a packrat, really. Whenever he spots something that glitters or gleams, he simply has to have it."



"You mean he steals it?" You are almost embarrassed to ask.



"Yes, I suppose that's the only word that really suits," Talitha giggles. "I have no idea where he goes, or from whom he takes all of these treasures." She stops to gaze around at all the precious goods filling the chamber. "But Talguin has very good judgement of the character of the people he meets. I don't suspect that any of this comes from folks who are good at heart."

You take the time to ponder about all the evil people who dwell in this world. The thieves who make themselves wealthy from the spoils of others. Greedy monarchs who fill their treasure rooms to the rafters, despite the means in which the items were collected. Wizards and sorcerers who use their magical skills not for the benefit of others, but to acquire wealth. Bad Terran Dragons who will scorch down a castle, and then steal all of its riches.



You nod your head in understanding. "So Talguin isn't really stealing from anybody who doesn't deserve a taste of their own medicine." You chuckle.



"I think it's something like that," Talitha smiles. "And I'm sure that Talguin is smart enough never to take too much from any one person."



"Utterly amazing," you say as you continue to stare at all of the riches contained in the chamber.