Tolar Onofre counts the Fall of Egorian as the luckiest day of his life. He was awake when it happened; pretending to be asleep as he went back through his preparations.
- One large backpack, originally bought to keep all his books on his person so they couldn't be stolen
- A waterproof lining for the backpack, bought in poor condition but mended whole
- One waterskin, kept outside of the lining in case it leaks
- Five tightly wrapped blobs of hardtack and cured meat, which cost much more than he expected. He is really hoping he wasn't scammed and that they won't spoil before he needs them
- A bedroll
- The blanket he is currently lying under
- A small iron lamp and two precious ounces of oil. He went back and forth on that because his pack was already almost too heavy for him, but he can't see in the dark and light at the right moment might be make the difference
- Flint and steel to light the lamp or start a fire
- Four sheets of paper, blank pages carefully torn from academy books
- One vial of ink saved up bit by bit over the last three months of assignments. His
bestonly remaining inkpen
- 32 Chelish Dollars and five copper coins
- His spellbook, which matters more than everything else combined