Chrys hummed as she looked over the abandoned campsite. It was a fairly empty site, so probably not a civilian caravan, and there weren’t the telltale signs of any of the merchant clans. It’s probably mercenaries. She thought excitedly. If I could only find something… Yes! Her eyes caught something that looked like a rock, but that was perfectly straight. And while nature can have fairly straight lines it is very rare, so it’s always a good idea to check those anomalies out. She knelt by the object and dug the dirt from around it, revealing a wooden box small enough to fit in the palm of her hand.
“Now what do we have here?” She mussed out loud, turning it over in her hands. It was a simple box, no elaborate designs or symbols, except for one on the bottom of the box. The marking itself was fairly simple, like the box, utilizing only triangles and circles to make a pattern burnt into the wood. Chrys didn’t recognize the symbol, but that wasn’t a cause for worry for her, only curiosity. I will have to see if Father recognizes this symbol. If not, I have something new to discover! She was excited by this thought, she hadn’t had something new for a couple weeks now, most of the things she’d found recently had been commonly known things. Now to see what’s inside. But as she tried to open it, she found that the latch was actually a lock. And not a simple one she could easily open with a little jimmy-rigging. This is going to be interesting. Sure, she was a little disappointed she wouldn’t be able to see what it was right away, but a lock always meant there was something important inside.
After gathering up the stuff she found and putting them in her bag, taking care to put the right intent into putting away the box, she started back to camp, humming and singing an old song as she went.