To anyone else, this was just an ordinary lunch box. It was made from wood, had four compartments: one large, two medium, and one small. Most people would think nothing of it, just a box to pack food in. It certainly was given away without much thought.

Yet to her, it was a new treasure. The lunchbox was given to her with food inside it. Delicious roast with potatoes, carrots, some bread and a cookie! The food had long since consumed and enjoyed, and now it was time to put the box into use again.

Outside the city of Ul’dah a little ways past one of the refugee camps, she dug in the sand at a large boulder. She pulled out a small poorly made leather. She smiles as she opens it. Inside here were here treasures, what she would protect the most in the world, and thus hide when she didn’t have them on her.One by one she set each treasure into the box.

A slightly bent rusty needle. Her only needle. She found it one day on the ground in Sapphire exchange, and claimed it for her own. At first she didn’t realize what it was for, it was simply a mystery that made her curious. However after she observed some craftsman, she realized that needles were for sewing. She been sewing with it ever since. Sewing wasn’t all that complicated to figure out. Put thread in the loop of the needle, then thrust it in cloth or leather. She has been making bags with scraps she found. Now though, she wants to make a pillow.

A small brass bell. It sang sweetly when you rang it. This bell has been with her for as long as she can remember, but she doesn’t remember why. It kept the ghosts away, and that was important. Ghosts never liked silence, and unfortunately she didn’t like using her voice much.

A small stained and dirty rag doll. This two has been with her for as long as she can remember. She used to play with it, but she didn’t. She never bothered with playing, not with a hungry belly.. She first begged. Some people in Ul’dah were kind, however many were not. She became a hunter. She killed marmots and snapping shrews. She survives well on the meat. The bones, innards, and skins she sells for extra food. She also started collecting rocks and feathers, braiding leather, and trying to sew things to sell. None of her wares were anything like the quality of the other merchants however, so she kept her prices ridiculously low. It would be the only way to have them sell. Yet here was this doll, that she has always have, and always played with. It was like a memory of another life, something there but ungraspable. Though she never played, she kept it

A dried pink rose blossom. It did not smell sweet, but she always liked the color. She was very fond of pink. It was such a frail and useless thing, but she liked to look at it. It was pretty, and it made her smile. Was there any other better reason for it to be a treasure?

Wax Paper. This came with the lunchbox to help preserve the food. Now it was folded neatly into the box until she could use it again. Such a great thing to have, something to keep food wrapped up, safe!

Wood buttons. They were warped, chipped, and slightly wobbly. She had found them, like most of her possessions on the side of the the cobble street, discarded. She didn’t know what she wanted to use them for yet, but she wanted to do something. Sometimes she dreamed of having a fancy coat, then she would have the buttons to keep her in it. Or maybe she can make bags with the buttons to hold the lid close so it doesn’t open so easy.

She smiles down at her treasures, now in their new treasure box before closing the lid. The box was buried back under the boulder, where no one would find it.