I'd been studying each piece in detail, intrigued at how some had been polished to brightness and others were corroded with time.
A gentle nudge at my shoulder made me look up.
I saw no one near me and realized it had been Roman.
Turning around, I surveyed the gallery and found what - or rather who - he'd spotted.
Seth stood on the opposite side of the room, face thoughtful and inquisitive as he studied one of the cases. A notebook and pen were in his hands.
He'd come for research, as I suspected.