He went back, his armour clinking with each step as he went for the closet. He reached up into the upper shelves and pulled out towels, cloth, uniforms, and several other things before he got to his packs. He got his travel pack and looped it over his shoulders before affixing it to the belts at his waist so that it lay on his side. Next was the considerably lighter burlap sack containing his prize: the pendant and the old magic script he had looted. That he was going to hold onto personally. Last was another sack that contained the parts of his armour he wasn't wearing. It was an additional weight, but he needed mobility more than protection right now.