Good news: he was still in his armour. Bad news: the bits of his armour he had managed to take off were nowhere to be seen. Furthermore, his packs were placed on the other seat in the cabin where they had been opened. He lurched across and grabbed the packs, rummaging through them. His sack of old magic pages was there, as were the amulet, the strange drawing Chrysalis wanted that had gotten him into this mess, and… a chisel?