After seeing his injury mostly healed, it was still a little sore and itchy, Finn was convinced he had picked up some good leaves. He wondered how that rat victim had got his hands on it, it must be worth a good amount of coin. Maybe even a silver coin per leaf. Counting carefully he was sad to see only three leaves left.
The currency system in the city was simplified some time ago, doing away with the different races' individual currencies, the system was standardized into three types of coins. Copper, silver, and gold being not too rare and already in use as a legal tender were chosen. The coins were uniform in size, with a tiny magic stone implanted into each coin. This resulted in coins that were always shiny, hard to accidentally destroy and impossible to forge due to the magical signature and permanently active cleaning spell and reinforcement spell. The coins's value increased at increments of 100, gold being worth 100 silver, and silver being worth 100 copper.
Licking his dry lips to temporarily keep them from cracking, Finn decided to take a closer look at the boxes. There were two still in good condition, and about four that were destroyed, with the broken bits of wood strewn around the room.
Ignoring the broken ones, Finn examined the two intact boxes, looking for a way to open them. Not finding anything he decided to break them open. People wouldn't leave stuff they wanted down in the sewers right? Maybe he could use something inside it. Using a combination of kicking, pulling, and using a dagger to pry out some nails, he finally broke a few planks off and looked inside.
The first box was full of clothes, excited at first, Finn pulled some out and looked for some pants and shirts in his size. Unfortunately it was mostly women's clothing, fancy dresses, a corset, and other outfits he hadn't seen before. A small pile of clothes was forming on the ground as he continued digging.
After the women's clothing he found what seemed like stage props. Rubber swords, wooden armor painted to look like steel with flashy embellishments and a coat of arms where the heart would be. A toy bow, and blunt arrows, a bottle of fake blood and some small pouches to put it in we're all added to the growing pile. There was a crude wooden case with a label that read "Bognuk's magik stiks" in bright green letters. 'Sounds like a goblin's handiwork,' thought Finn.
Goblins were interesting creatures, although accepted by the general public to some extent they were notorious for their inventions. Some inventions could only be described as genius, such as their airships, mining machines, and mechanical lumberjacks, and were upgraded and further developed to be used by large companies. Other creations were less successful. The problem was usually in the safety or quality of the products, goblins had both shrewd merchants and thrifty inventors, valuing every copper coin earned or spent. This had resulted in a large number of knockoff goods produced using low quality materials, leaving out parts deemed unnecessary, and sold in bulk at a low price. There seemed to be a market for that though as new goods kept appearing in the markets.
Putting a few things aside for later he finally found a coarse dark shirt and a matching pair of pants. Probably intended for the villain in whatever theater production these were acquired for. They were unexpectedly comfortable, made of some stretchable fabric to be one size fits all. The clothes probably provided little to no protection, but when Finn tried them on he could move freely, and he no longer looked like someone who escaped from an operating table.
The rubber shortsword, and fake blood looked interesting so Finn added them to his sack, before opening the small wooden case. Inside was what probably were wands, but the four he saw inside were worse than he expected. They looked like someone had cut a branch off a nearby small tree, split it into four and glued tiny magic stones to the tips. Finn didn't know, but that is exactly how they had been made. They had been painted different colors and had their activation chant written on them in the same font as the case.
Taking out the blue one Finn looked at it suspiciously as he read its chant. He swung it forward towards a wall and said 'taste my magic.' The magic stone glowed blue as about a cup of water squirted out from the top of the wand, traveling an unimpressive few feet before splashing onto the ground.
Thirsty, Finn used a finger to catch a drop and put it in his mouth to taste it. It tasted fine, so he held the wand up and tilted his head back, then pointing the wand into his open mouth tried to say 'taste my magic' and open his mouth again as fast as he could. The result was half of the water produced splashing into his face, with the other half being successfully caught in his mouth. struggling for a bit he managed to swallow before bursting into a short coughing fit. Not as successful as he hoped, but satisfied enough for now, he decided to keep the wands. Although the magic in them was extremely weak, they could come in handy so Finn kept the blue one in his belt and the put the case with the the remaining three in his sack.
Prying open the next crate, he noticed it was full of potatoes. Wondering who would store potatoes down here he grabbed a few for later and readied himself to continue his escape. The two daggers and the blue stick in his belt, the readied crossbow in his hand and his sack of stuff over his back.
Exiting the little room Finn looked both ways, making sure nothing dangerous was near, then continued on into the sewers.