It didn't matter. There was also the strange crunched remains of a dried leaf he didn't remember stuffing into his pack. Must have been from that time in the forest or something. He also found his little grooming kit, a book, along with the few bits and bobs he had purchased at the festival from that old shyster posing as a retired court mage. Nothing seemed to be missing that he didn't already lose in the Greenwoods, and nothing seemed to be added… except that chisel. He tossed that away, just in case it was cursed or something.