"Nice." He said with a satisfied smirk, turning around as he picked the black cloth back up.
He looked around the room one last time as he spoke in a low voice, "Looks like its abilities are pretty good, but there are definitely other stuff in here that rival it."
His eyes darted across several different artifacts, weapons, and other trinkets.
'Still, none better than this.' He mused as he threw the cloak onto his body.
It morphed to cover his body again, and he was covered head to toe in a hooded black cloak.
He took off the hood for now and began making his way out of the room.
As he began to walk out of the passage back into the center room, everyone saw that he was empty-handed.
He only carried one item. This was very disappointing to those who had wished to get something.
But, they also saw what Lyrian was wearing.
Although it looked pathetic, what he was wearing had to be the Scar Cloak.
