“One of the others might be able to sharpen it.” Some of them have strange powers, he knows, but just as easily, one of them might have a whetstone.

He turns his attention back to the box. Not much left in it but some flasks, but it might be that they have some sort of wine in them, or that they can be used. Scooping one up, he notes that it feels like something is in it, so he opens it and sniffs it. It’s a bit foul, so he pours it out onto the sand. It turns out to be an unpleasant muddy mixture, and not all of it will come out of the flask.

“We want these? They still might be of some use, if we can clean them.”