Mouth Shut - Eyes wide open

I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. My legs ached despite the snail pace the others set but my core was almost full. I used qi stamina to replenish and then rolled off to inspect Gunt's meagre gear. 

There was another sword, then clothes, clothes, and more clothes. He had four belts and three pairs of shoes and I wasn't surprised; he was a superficial moron after all. There was one interesting item, it was an empty pouch but from the smell I was sure it was some sort of local drugs. There was a thin film of black which adhered to the lining of the pouch and I resisted the urge to taste it. For all I know he used poison. I wondered if it was all consumed or did someone confiscate it but then why would they leave the pouch.

There was a small, locked chest and when I shook it – it rattled with a singular item. My door key did not fit.