There was a gun that had caught his eye, and his attention was most definitely fully drawn. It radiated a familiar aura and was so shiny with metallic properties that it looked as though it had never been touched before in its' lifetime. Walking closer, he noted the thorny roses embedded into the side of it with stained glass, at least on the side he could see from where it lay on its' side. The roses bloomed near the handle, and were merely vines as they stretched across the barrel of the gun. Beside it was a small purple cloth bag that could fit in someone's hand, with a small embroidered rose near the bottom of it.
