Bob saw a massive room, nearly the size of a large garage. Adorning the walls were various items of luxury: fine paintings, mounted animal heads, various medevial weaponry, deliquet vases and statues. A roaring fireplace was on the left of Bob, it's red glow the only light in the room. Bob stepped on the soft Persion carpets, trying to find any traps. As far as he could tell, there was none, or at least nothing obvious. In the back of the room, where almost the entire wall was taking up by a giant window, was a massive oak desk, where a loan chair stood. Their appeared to be an occupant in it, though he or she was staring out at the landscape.
As Bob turned to report back what he saw, he heard a faint creak. Looking back, he saw the figure had not moved an inch. But he swore he caught a glimpse of gold.