(She peers over his shoulder curiously, watching him take everything out. Nothing they would need to camp... although the tinderbox will certainly come in handy if they end up needing to rough it out here. She swings her own pack off as he finishes rifling through his, flipping it open to inspect what's inside.
Hmm. There's a sewing kit, but nothing to sew. There's a knife, holstered in a worn leather case.)
... Here. (There's a package of food nestled at the very bottom: salted jerky. She rips the plastic open with her teeth, and then passes it to Molly. She has a strange, smooth stone and a little jug of something too, both look identical to his. Lastly, she has something large and flat... kinda looks like a seed?
its for sipping :)
Hmm. There's a sewing kit, but nothing to sew. There's a knife, holstered in a worn leather case.)
... Here. (There's a package of food nestled at the very bottom: salted jerky. She rips the plastic open with her teeth, and then passes it to Molly. She has a strange, smooth stone and a little jug of something too, both look identical to his. Lastly, she has something large and flat... kinda looks like a seed?
Yasha sighs, looking at it.) Nothing useful.