In actuality he don't need anything from here, but why waste the chance to get something free?
Asher scanned the options, his fingers brushing over a darksteel cloak—woven with shadow magic, it could help him move unseen. He took it without hesitation. Next, he grabbed two vials of crimson elixir, powerful restoratives that could accelerate healing.
Then his gaze fell upon a pair of enchanted gauntlets, lined with runes that enhanced grip strength and reflexes. He picked them up, feeling the surge of energy as they adjusted to his hands.
Finally, his eyes landed on a sealed black dagger—its edge laced with an unknown, shifting energy. He could feel its power even through the scabbard.
Garrick raised an eyebrow. "That one's… unstable."
Asher smirked. "Good."
He took the dagger, fastening it to his belt. With his gear secured, he turned back to Garrick.
"That everything?" the quartermaster asked.
