Saul squinted, the outpost's kitchen only had two openings which dimly illuminated the room. It was a large hall with tables, stoves, barrels, crates, hanging watersacks, and butchering tools. He began to move himself to a succession of drawers, interrupted by Carrie shoving her hands in front of him. She spoke.

“I thought you might want some proof, here’s what I got.”

He turned his gaze down, answering, “Let me see then… Oh and Myer, please check those drawers against that wall there, furthest to the edge should have it!”

“Got it, boss.” Myer answered, walking to the wrong edge.

Saul turned his attention to what Carrie had. Weighed in each hand were globs of leather. In her left was a knife, a very nice piece, a letter opener he would very much like to add to his collection. In her right was a deflated watersack, one of the ones he had given to them-

“I’m checking but I’m only finding knives, you sure this is the right one?” Myer loudly announced while searching the drawers.

“Yes I am sure of it- No not that one though, the other edge you egg!” Shouted Saul.

“Egg? Egg? You didn’t specify where, old man!”

“I believe I was clear, there is only one right edge! Oh let me see…"