Jocelynn followed Nyrielle from the courtyard into the fortress, marveling as she went at the rich, colorful tapestries hanging on the well-worn stone walls and the chandeliers hung with crystals that reflected and scattered the light of hundreds of oil lamps.
There was nothing 'primitive' about the way the Eldritch lived, and Jocelynn found herself trying to estimate the price collectors in Trevarthan, or even Gaalen, would pay for such stunning pieces before giving up when she concluded that the artwork on display wouldn't sell for gold sovereigns or bags of precious stones.
The treasurers here would earn their makers much richer rewards; lands, villas, or perhaps even titles should they catch the fancy of the ruling court. Trying to measure their value in gold or silver only diminished their worth.
