Without directly touching, he picked up a branch cautiously and poked around the belongings of the Crow Witch.
He didn't touch the bottles and jars without labels, although there were some processed herbs he could use himself. But Aiven wasn't sure if he'd have the courage to consume anything prepared from the Crow Witch's materials...
Just when Aiven thought he might not gain anything, he found a tightly kept parchment scroll in its embrace. The slightly yellowed parchment scroll was housed in a reddish-brown leather case, markedly different in style from its other shabby belongings.
No time to inspect further, he stuffed it directly into his backpack. He could hear the battle finishing over there, and he didn't know how the Crowmen would react to these peculiar spoils, Aiven didn't want to brawl with them again.
Indeed.
Shortly after the battle concluded, a roaring fire ignited, the ensuing stench causing Aiven to grimace, as he didn't have the Crowman's "anti-toxin mask".
