Figuring that you only live once, you take one last look around before picking up a rock and pitching it at the window you had been peering in, smashing the glass and providing a suitable entrance into the house. After struggling to get in through the window, you look around in satisfaction at the plush room which you have made your way into.
You find yourself in what would appear to be a living room. There is a door to the east, a wooden door with strange gothic lettering to the west which appears to be nailed shut, and a large oriental rug in the center of the room. Aside from a couch and television, the only other piece of furniture in the room is a large trophy case which contains several small sports-related trophies and a battery-operated brass lantern. On hooks above the mantelpiece hangs an elvish sword of great antiquity, though given that common wisdom says that elves aren't real, you assume it to be an imitation.
Your first line of thinking had been to wander throughout the house and enjoy its luxuries, but upon getting a closer look inside the trophy case you begin to think that the best course of action might be to just nab some of the stuff in the room and then run off to fence it.