The tour that Enrique provided was breathless and filled with his constant chatter. Emmaline swept along behind him through halls and galleries which showed money and taste in inverse proportions. Tobarans, it seemed, were very fond of gilt and polished timber. The timber here was a surely as sign of wealth as the gold was and was displayed as such, either intricately carved, or polished to a mirror like sheen. Emmaline amused herself by gasping and oowing at each new thing Enrique showed her, which seemed to make the man even more flustered and excited.

"And this is our family hall of history," Enrique declared proudly, leading her into a high vaulted hall that was lined on both sides with cabinets. Inside the cabinet were a dizzying array of items. Many were valuable of course, but others were merely of historical interest. A set of throwing stars that claimed to be from the founding of the city, in a jagged pattern that made Emmaline vaguely nauseous, crystals and gems which marked the opening of various mine shafts, yellowed documents heavy with seals and ribbons. There were weapons too, swords and axes as well as firearms from all over the old world as well as suits of armor which had been polished till the gleamed. There was even the preserved head of a siren in a glass jar, as well as a stuffed... beastman of some sort, more ratlike with chisel like teeth. Enrique provided exposition for each piece, clearly having spent a great deal of time among the collection. 

"These my ancestors bought back from the crusades in Araby," Enrique blathered on, guesturing to cabinets which contained arms, and armor of knights and their Arabian opponents. There were several gorgeously decorated books, astronomical instruments and battle flags with the sigil of the Sultan Jafar. Emmaline was stiffling a yawn when her eyes suddenly fell on a small circular bracelet of simple wood. It had been carved into the shape of a serpent that was devouring its own tail. Emmaline staggered suddenly as flashbacks of the vision she had witnessed in Arcane Street earlier in the day, the snakes eyes seeming to glow green in her minds eye. She felt as though the snake was lunging at her, though not in attack and she felt the hot blast of desert winds across her scaly skin.

"Are you alright Lady Emmaline?" Enrique asked anxiously. Emmaline realised that she had staggered slightly and the noble had caught her before she could fall. She nodded her head and smiled sensually.

"A little tired is all," she said smoothly, allowing her weight to lay against Enrique for a moment before straightening slowly.

"Is there somewhere we might lay down?"