“Ah well... Honestly, I wasn’t too sure about the trip to Gransys. It’s pretty far ya know? And even if I did go well... What’s a man like me to do there, if not ply what skills he has, nefarious as they are?” Dirk took a bite out of the fish on the toast before washing it down with an ale. “Like that old man Yerro said, chances are I would’ve just resorted to stealing in the big city. And unlike here, stealing in the city means a stay in the dungeons at best, or a public lynching at worse.” A few more bites and the young man was finished, taking his time to drink his ale. 

“Besides, barely any of it truly mines. Just ill-gotten gains from my past life. Suppose you could at least return a few of the tools, though admittedly they’re so dinged up now Iola would likely chew me out for how I mistreated them. The rest are just camping supplies and a few trinkets. Not much but... Now they’re yours.”