She would sincerely hope that no one would send someone in blind to steal an artifact that could blow up in their hands...but there were most definitely plenty of people who would do exactly that. This time, however, that didn't seem to be the case. "Not as far as I can tell. It's just..." Rook gestured at one of the displays, a clay pot behind a pane of glass. Well made, but mundane nonetheless. "Things. Bits of history. Nothing that glows, sparks, smokes, or crackles."

She braced her hands on her hips, acutely aware that she was standing between him and his goal, equally aware that she wasn't much of an obstacle for a master assassin, without magic at her disposal. And even then, well, when the assassin was known for well known for killing mages... "You know you have me at quite the disadvantage, right?"