Walking around and inspecting the area around the dead lycan yielded no immediate finds, save for a single rivet from Fendros' leather armour and a few threads from his clothing. Meesei's suggestion to take a trophy from the dead beast seemed inappropriate to him, savage even. He was about to shout out in denial of stooping to the level of an uncivilized brute, but short of clenching his fists, he just couldn't find the energy. Fendros instead took a breath and replied, "I think the memory was horrible enough to remember on my own." Thinking back to yesterday, Fendros touched his hand to the exposed, but mostly healed scars that the claws before him had rendered. [i]Even past these scars, I'll be remembering this on my dying day.[/i] As the sun moved over a particular spot in the undergrowth, Fendros detected a bright glint in the corner of his eye. On the grass nearby, he found his sword, encrusted in dried blood. He approached it and picked it up. To his dismay, Fendros saw some faint lines of rust that had formed on the edge of where the blood was. He would have to clean it off and oil it, he hoped the pack had the necessities.

Fendros then followed Meesei's lead of his blood trail. It wasn't long before they found more scraps of torn leather and clothing. Under some dirt, Fendros found his shield, its handles in need of repair but otherwise intact. Nearby were his spilled lunch pouch that the local wildlife had fed upon, his bow, string broken, and his quiver, a few arrows had spilled out and the shoulder strap was torn like his shield's handle. Fendros' belt must have hung onto his body for longer, as they had to hike further along the blood trail to find it, but it still carried his knife, his scabbard, and his water skin. Tracking a little further only found more scraps of leather armour, but it was hardly worth keeping most of it.

Now Fendros had his bearings, he knew the direction of home. He felt he had more control now, even if he wouldn't escape. "I think that's everything. I'm glad I was able to salvage this much." Fendros said, looking at the hilt of his sword and the Avarul crest etched onto it. [i]At least this will remind me of home...[/i]