"I find things all over," he admitted. "Some things come from visitors from other lands. Some come from other stars."

He took Nyx down a hallway this time, and pulled a thick, heavy curtain aside.

Inside was an exhibit. A display. Trinkets and oddities, jewels and riches. Creatures, as well, alive and thriving in cages.

"These are my favourites, so they greet me when I choose to admire my things," he said.