Conlan glanced around, and then stepped further into the building, allowing more room at the doorway for people to go in and out of. He slipped off his shield, and the wrapped up armor, putting them on a small table by the door that bore marks suggesting it had been left there for just such a purpose. Free of his equipment Con took stock of the room, one of only two the building had, and looked toward Ordhan with a shrug.
"I think most of it can be gotten rid of. I should get some of the stuff for cleaning my weapons, a few things for my pack... " Con looked down. "And I need to get a thing from the back room. But other then that... we'll be walking a lot so I can't carry much. It's pretty much all got to go." He put his hands on his hips and glanced around.
"You're welcome to anything you see you might want, thought I doubt anything in here is worth much."