"If they were smart, they ran. The warden has some useful things, maybe more useful to the rest of you." Vordahl sets the scrolls, potion and torch to the side, he holds the ring up. "Likely valuable, if we can get someone to buy it, perhaps it would get us out of this country, or enough people to bring it to its knees." He smiled, and as he moved to the dagger. He looked closely at it, he wouldn't be able to tell if there's any magic, but some fine craftsmanship might be noticeable.