The first is something small, a blackened stone with a white rune polished smooth by years of worried rubbing, knocked loose during whatever scuffle there may or may not have been. Behind the boulder a scrap of fabric torn and snagged upon the rough surface, worn wool with rough stitching similar to what Zevran uses to mend his shirts, double looped knots. Most damning, however, are the scuffed marks of boot leather- a set for Zevran's- and three others of similar shades and textures.