Emmaline had been somewhat distracted by the various eldritch texts and items which littered the late and unlamented Zhar Tan Zhou’s inner sanctum. Many of them were obviously abominable works of chaos, unclean things bound in human skin, more innocuous volumes that seemed harmless but whispered silent promises of power and immortality. Somewhat reluctantly Emmaline opened her wizards sight to survey the library, feeling greasy and unclean at the magical imprints on some of the items. A few of them appeared untainted, though all but one was written in a strange script that looked to Emmaline like pick up sticks randomly cast on the ground. Her eyes fell upon one that stood out from the rest, a simple scroll of papyrus with a red silk tie. She reached out for it feeling it tingle against her skin as she picked it up. The ridiculous white silk gown she had been dressed in had nothing so useful as a pocket of course and her own. There was a satchel of fine leather laying over an ornately carved chair which served well enough, she picked up another book, the only one so far as she could tell that was written in the Classic Arcane she had been taught and stuffed it in after the scroll.

[i]Emmaline[/i]. Emmaline frowned at the whisper of her name. Her attention was drawn to a piece of dark glass that looked like it might be a lens. It was an inocuous enough thing, not grotesque or awful the way that the brass eye or the bloody dagger beside it were. Obviously it was a quizzing glass, it would let her read all these spell books safely. All that reading sounded terribly dull and her attention began to wander. [i]Emmaline. [/i]The whisper had a hint of exasperation in it as her attention returned to the quizzing glass. Just pick it up and all the arcane secret in this room could be hers. Eternal youth, immortality, the ability to turn objects to gold with the merest touch. Her hand lifted towards the glass. Charmon roared in her mage sight and snapped her head around so fast that her hair flew out and the hem of her kimono lifted. [i]Emmaline![/i] But the glass and its seductive whispering was lost as her eye filled with the horde of gold beyond the portal. Her jaw dropped open and her mind seemed to slip it's gears for a moment as all she could do was stare. In hindsight she probably should have heeded Zwili’s warning and at least prepared herself for the powerful surge of gold lust that momentarily blotted out conscious thought. Without memory of cross thing the intervening distance she found herself laying atop a pile of coins, hugging it, running the metal through her fingers and rubbing herself against the clinking currency, its metallic scent filling her nostril, the smooth cool feel of it on her hands and spilling down into the kimono, the clink of it filling her ears.