@michaelgno1 liked your post “Starter Call.”
Occasionally he did find odd relics as he quietly made his rounds through the area that he found himself in today. A curiously shaped sword, rusted to the point that it snapped with a lazy swing. A small locket, smashed and tarnished, the subject once cherished faded to dust that poured out once he opened it. Remnants of an era past. That he barely remembered, or had any wish to do so.
Whether he had any active involvement in it back then was difficult to answer; the stories and truths surrounding him were so tightly intertwined that it was hard to separate the two.
He sighed. Stood up, holding the remains of a tattered banner - here was the site of a battle, or some outpost it seemed. Folded it as neatly as possible and gently placed it in one of the pigeonholes.