“Take one of these objects,” the old man said. “It will help you on your way.”
She looked down at the table, covered in relics from a lifetime of adventures. Her hand hovered indecisively over the collection of gadgets. Each had its own history, its own weight. She couldn’t choose.
“You want my advice? Take the globe.” He gestured to an ornate globe, complete with a brass stand and eyepiece.
“Why?”
“Because it’s a flask!” He picked it up and unscrewed the eyepiece. She smelled the sharp odor of spirits.
She sighed. Why could he never take these things seriously?

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