Found:
6 broken ceramic pots - none entire.
2 intact ceramic pots - wine storage perhaps?
1 bag of ancient silver coins - worn embossed symbols of Arnor.
1 half-chewed leather boot.
Whilst my digs in the courtyard have not been entirely fruitless, neither have they been particularly rich. The two pots will likely fetch a nice price to the right buyer, and the coins themselves will be worth a hefty sum, but what little else I can find here is either broken beyond worth or - in the case of the boot - too new to be of any use.
I can only assume that last item belonged to a man who didn't make it quite this far. The angry bears or perhaps the barghests must have found him wandering nearby and finished him off. From the state of it, I'd guess it has been here a while - perhaps a decade already - so if anyone was once looking for the owner, I doubt they still are.
Such is the fate of people like us, myself and the prior wearer of this boot. We breeze into a town, into a life, poke around a little and then breeze straight back out. There is nothing permanent about us, no roots left to settle or loves left to mourn us. We are transitory and ultimately forgotten.
Between the stomping of the orcs and the rooting of the aurochs and bears, I doubt there is much else to be found in this area. It is time, then, to press further into Fornost and see what treasures may await within this once stunning fortress.
Low though my mood may be, hope lies ahead.
