As a way of answering Lothian's question the Emperor simply had the artifacts brought into the room. Enchanted weapons and trinkets from a time long past. It made sense that this is what they'd turn out to be, Lothian was struck with the feeling that his question was actually a bit silly.

A short moment later Lothian turned toward the sudden sound of glass breaking, only to see that a woman with a large staff seemed to have knocked over a glass pitcher, his gaze lingered on the floating staff for only a second before looking back to the rest of the relics. Being largely unversed in such things as magic he was hoping he could find something a bit simpler.

He spotted something promising a moment later, a cloak made from the pelt of some beast. There was no card for this one, in fact it was so forgotten that it had actually been used as a makeshift cover when the artifacts were first brought in, as he had not noticed this Lothian mistook it for what it actually was. Taking up the cloak he threw it on, tying it in place and waiting to see if any effects were apparent. Shortly after he flinched, shut his eyes, and covered his ears as his senses were overwhelmed. It took him a minute to realize that this was not the cloak's doing, not directly at least. He soon found that the cloak wasn't assaulting his senses, it was enhancing them.

His eyes were the first to adjust, the light becoming bearable again and he reckoned seeing in the dark might've just gotten easier for him. Next were his ears, he could pickup faints sounds in the room and the normal sounds become near-deafening, it'd take him a bit to get used to this. As his senses adjusted he realized his sense of smell got a boost too but that hadn't been as intense at least, though the raggedy one with the ghost cat could do with a bath...

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Keenan watched the relics be rolled out along with a couple of the first selections, making a note to be careful around the lying cat. As he was watching one of the artifacts quickly caught his eye. It was a set of black armor laid out on one of the carts, unremarkable really but still it caught his attention and held it as he approached even when the sound of a pitcher breaking rang out. The card by the armor had a simple name, [i]"Berserker plate"[/i], whether or not that was the armor's true name has been forgotten, this new one given seemingly in light of it's apparent abilities.

House Thrace actually held some knowledge of this artifact, if not by much more than the imperials did, among their many secrets. This armor had not belonged to Dramoria, but instead to the old king Thrace. A fact that the noble house had kept all this time, though unfortunately details of it's capabilities were lost along with it, and a fact that resulted in Keenan interest with the thing. It was with a bit of a grin that he began putting some pieces of the armor on his arm, smaller plates slinking out from under larger ones to leave no flesh unprotected. Flexing his grip a bit he murmured "This will do nicely.