Egfor sat down at a table in the Hammer and the Harp, bringing a candle with him. He sets the candle on the table, close enough to read from. He opens the little chest of artifacts and documents he received from his sister.
The first thing he lifts out of the box was an amulet carved from bone of a stag's head. He lifts it up, running his fingers over the carved surface. He holds it in his hand, closing his fingers around it, closing his eyes for a moment. He grabbed the leather cord attached to it, sliding it around his neck and tucking it under his shirt.
He picked up a necklace of many colourful glass beard. He studied it in the candle light, the beads glimmering like a thousand gems from a dragon's hoard. He gentle sets it aside. He picked up a knife carved from an antler, the handle carved in the shape of a running doe. He admired the craftsmanship, murmuring to himself, "Must be for ceremonial use." He sets that side too, grabbing some letters. He opens them and starts to read them. His mother's writing was neat and tidy, written in Rohirric. The replies, she assumed were from her family. They were rather messy and had several grammar mistakes. He rubs his forehead, too tired right now to pick through familial matters and lineage tracing.
He grabs what he assumes to be his mother's journal and notes. He flips it open to a random page. Pressed between the pages were a small variety of leaves and flowers. sketches and notes about each plant strewn over the pages. This particular page was about various poisonous plants and psychedelics. He skimmed through the rest of the book, briefly noting various kinds of rituals, recipes and talismans. All kinds of ancient knowledge and traditions in his hands he now possessed.
He flipped through pages till he saw something that may be useful for their journey coming up; communing with and warding against spirits. He pulled the candle closer, silently mouthing out the strange tongue of the Dunlending's under his breath as he read. He felt his eyes begin to droop and feel heavy. Her jerked himself awake, carefully putting everything back. He carried his box up towards his and Idh's room, snuffing out the candle. He would study more in the morning. Right now, his love was priority, and sleep. He was useless when tired.
