He decided to get what he needed. Those interesting little spheres that Jacques had happened across first came to mind. He also had the sense of mind to open up his coffin, and God he hated how he mentally thought of it as such now, and retrieved his deer cloak, bundling it under his arm. He paused in thought before rummaging through the shed as carefully as he could. He didn’t want a repeat of someone wondering what was causing all that racket again before gathering some supplies. Nothing much, he didn’t want to be weighed down on the way back after all, but enough to get his own ‘costume’ ready.