The sacks contained a few iron rations wrapped in cloth, a fishing net and some fishing line and hooks set aside into a small wooden box, as well as flint and steel, a few (4) vials of lamp oil, and the other bag holding a number of clothes, both men and women's clothes from the looks of it. Not things any 1 person would carry either. Peasant dress. Clothes suiting a more wealthy merchant. A priest's outfit. Traveler's clothes. Old worn dusty cloak. Almost broken sandals. Finely made shoes of finest leather.<br/><br/>The cage in turn rattled as the small man leaped up to the cage bars small hands shaking the cage's door a bit frustratedly. "Yes, yes, you won't hurt, you make a lot of noise coming, I think you made bandits stop banditing." The short man's words sounded a bit high pitched, piping. "I am fae, a good folk representative, not the fairest but not the foulest, and I keep my word. Help me out and I'll help in turn, one day."