"Who can say," he remarked, and began to rifle through the middle compartment, looking for just where he put that teaset. Several more oddities had to be removed for him to retrieve it, including a number of haniwa, a sealed box, a pyramid with an eye painted on it, several jars, a figurine of an octopus, and a few antique looking marital aids. There were museum curators that would probably do a great deal just to get a peek at some of the crap the Medicine Seller had acquired and squirreled away over the centuries.

Finally, he retrieved it, and cleaned up the mess around him.

"They are not heirlooms, however. I should probably sell some of it though."

He wrinkled his nose as he stared into the depths of his medicine pack. "It has been some time since I properly cleaned it out."