With a sense of defeat pushing him into action, Aoni sorted everything that needed to be sorted and assessed the condition of what remained of his destroyed equipment chest.
It didn't take him too long, maybe 15 to 20 minutes, but the results were about what he expected, considering it was like a bomb had exploded inside the chest; next to nothing remained in one piece, with the only things being a few of the bone weapons were still usable.
Everything else would be considered junk and, as such, recycled into new projects.
'Still, im pretty lucky I stored these inside of a small stone box; if not, I probably could have gotten hurt,' holding up an opened box a little smaller than what shoes came in, the lad examined twelve sharpened bone fragments, that had been crafted into needles.
