"Oh, useless ones." He sounds cheerful about it. "As far as I know, anyway. They were gifts." Less cheerful there. But they still mean something to him, even if it's no longer something simple, same as the Andrastian amulet he wears under his shirt. "Here, I have--" Two of them, one black and one white, in the the leather pouch on his belt. He fishes them out on the way down the stairs and holds them out on an open palm.