Theo and Sam nod gravely as I describe how the last skeleton collapses into a heap of bones at the crushing force of Odo II's war hammer, its arm still grasping the cruel shining sword that falls at Black Mary's feet. "So the sword is shining?" says Theo. "It's not rusty? I'm asking if it's rusty because I want to take it out of the dungeon and sell it?" Anything that's not tied down my boys will try and take. I have to be careful setting the scene with old armories or hallways lined with suits of armor, as the game drags while the boys carefully inspect every item in the dungeon that might possibly fetch some coin at the local market. They are not content just to grab the silver candlesticks from the mantlepiece; they ask me to appraise the mantlepiece itself, if it's just wood or perhaps quality marble, and if it could be removed without damaging it. I suggest that is too heavy to be worth the trouble of carrying out of the dungeon,...