Astor waded across the ceramic, the crunch of broken pots following his footsteps, and stopped in front of a small chest. He tried to prise it open, but it was locked. The lock was of ordinary manufacture, so he bashed it loose using a heavy chunk of ceramic and forced it open with brute strength. Inside the chest was a black wand of ornate design. He didn't know to whom it belonged, but as he felt its weight and heft in his hand, it felt immediately like it belonged to him. To test its power, he cast a few spells. A jet of strong blue light shot from its tip, and he shot and obliterated a pristine pot, and the shards flew to every corner of the room. Tucking the wand into his robes, he smiled and exited the room of requirement.