[ aemond struts over to the brush, crouches down, and perhaps with more force than someone should, he snaps off parts of the shrubbery to loosen what seems like a saddle bag, but made miniature. there is a long thin strap made of some polished leather, the ends attached to rings sown into the corners of the bag.

it's fairly weighted, for something so quaint.

aemond holds it out for tim to take and inspect. ]

I imagine you'll be more familiar with the contents than I. There is a metal clasp of some sort holding it closed.