As he walked in the guild for the first time, a strong smell reached Alistair’s nostrils. He immediately snapped his attention to it and realized it was coming from a table on the right. Oh this table lay a woven basket as well as a metallic lance, but no one around. Compared to the rest of the guild, this section was deserted except for the peculiar items Alistair saw from afar. As he closed in on the table, the smell kept getting stronger. He wasn’t used to these kinds of forest smells. Inside the basket, he found grass, pine needles, and other plants. He didn’t want to touch it, as it most likely belonged to someone. The spear on the left was polished and clean; it looked brand new, like it was never used before. He ran his fingers along the blade and felt the chill of the smooth surface. He stopped and looked around, wondering if this was anyone’s property.