Eorl gave the (temporary) owner of his new prizes a short look to ensure that nothing would be likely to come from that area, licking his lips. Better, much better, assuaging his worries of traps by showing him one. But still.. He stepped around the pedestal, looking upon it closely, then began to stalk around the room, examining any object he could see, judging if any seemed to meet up with the pedestal's top. Either size or style.. perhaps the vain fool was good enough to make the weight look properly fitting upon its proper perch.