"Nice work." said Paul as he followed the Hermes girl inside the big house. Not wanting to stay on the ground floor, he quickly moved up into the attic. Climbing the short ladder, he pushed the small hatch open. Inside was an eclectic collection of artifacts and other knickknacks. Most everything was covered in dust, and Paul did his best to suppress a sneeze.

"Damn allergies." he said. Paul turned to his friend. "Was there something in particular you wanted to get or..." Paul's voice trailed off and his gaze shifted to behind Hermoine. Sitting on a table, covered in dust, was a rusty old sword. Normally, he wouldn't have paid it any mind, but Paul could have sworn it moved when he glanced at it. He brought his attention back to Hermoine, looking apologetic. "Sorry, I could have sworn that sword over there moved when I looked at it. Apparently,I am going craz-." As he pointed at the sword in question, it fell off the table with a loud clatter. "What the hell?" he exclaimed as he went over and picked up the sword.