Eryndor drew three columns on a blank page.
His first count had only told him how much he was carrying; now he wanted to know what he could use.
One column was for things he recognized, another for things he could probably sell after an appraisal, and the third was for anything he could not begin to identify.
He glanced at the spread of supplies in his storage ring and realized the third column would need considerably more room.
Before continuing, he expanded his Spatial Sight across the hills.
Nothing larger than a few small animals moved nearby, and the entrance behind him remained empty. He kept a portion of his attention there anyway.
The disciples he had killed were no longer a concern, but he had no reason to believe they had been the only people brought into this pocket space.
He started with the herbs collected before entering the hall.
Several had familiar leaves and roots, the sort of cultivation ingredients he had encountered in books or seen sold before.
