Re: aftermath of the battle
Awakening a yawn, the young mage sits on his bedroll, his tousled hair in his eyes, and begins his morning studies. Several oddly large tomes, and even an ancient clay tablet, kept carefully wrapped in Egyptian cotton. While he studies, he nibbles on some dried fruit, and sneaks a sip of the wine that had been given to him the night before.
At the sound of the opening chest, he slips on his pants, puts away his books, and pads over to the others in socks, one big toe poking out.
Nibbling on a slice of dried apple, his eyes sparkle, though not at the coins.
"If you will give me a moment, I would like to examine the additional items."
If there is no protest, he will pull out a handkerchief and lay the gold ring, the fine dagger, the sigil-marked ruby, and most carefully, the small greyish cube.
Once they are displayed to his satisfaction, he will begin to chant, and gesture over them, watching them closely, in an effort to learn even a little of their secrets...