According to what he was currently wearing, there was only one piece of armour left. He had shoulders, leggings, a gauntlet, a helmet, and a mantle. He needed a tabard. Ignatius was almost certain there had to be one on the path he was so used to taking.
Though it was sad to not see anyone he could adventure with this time, he supposed he should not have really been surprised, all circumstances fully considered. That was fine. He would go by himself. There was no harm in that, right?
Ignatius packed his bags of food, put the saddle on his still unnamed horse, and got onto it so that he could start heading down the oh so familiar path to the artifacts.
QUEST STATUS
Food remaining: 32/32
YOUR HP: 50/50