The man had a rather sizeable tome with him, covered by golden ink in the blackened leather of it. The tome seemed to be strapped shut but opened easy enough. What lay within seemed to be strange writing like tiny clawmarks. Draconic. It was likely to take a while to translate, but a spellbook usually sold fairly well, for the right buyer it could be a fortune, but it usually paid fair price nonetheless.<br/><br/>Other than the spellbook the man's belt was enchanted clearly enough ,as were his boots. His rings were silver with little sapphires, but neither of them seemed magical. He carried a necklace around his neck, and two amulets in a bag he had with him. There was a set of four red vials in his bag, and the bag itself felt light, weighing only some 5 lbs no matter how much she put into it, lifted easy and lowered as easy. The man's dagger was enchanted, as it had shown before, and the scimitar on the ground was at least masterwork, likely enchanted as well. The three scimitars from the others were not enchanted or even masterwork, but good quality otherwise, they'd sell for full price most likely. The man also had two pouches, one with green herbs, another with coins, totalling 260 gold pieces, and 61 platinum pieces.<br/><br/>Following the path along towards the bullet had reached to earlier, she found a small clearing. There was a breastplate laid against rock. A hole made by the bullet in the breastplate had punctured it clean, even over a fair distance, and then finished the bullet's flight in stone behind it. There was a cloak hanging over a string further off, and a set of two large bags next to a tent set up nearby. There was a campfire that had been put out earlier, a bucket half-full of water next to it. There was some iron rations set up nearby, dry and unpleasant but nourishing food for the long travels. There was also a cage, in which Petra could see a short figure. It was no larger than a cat, but looked like a tiny man with wings like on a sparrow on his back.