Conlan took it, and unfolded the cloth with careful patience. When he looked at the object Ordhan had given him he bit his lip.
"I... I don't remember it." Con had spent much of his time trying not to remember his past. He didn't want to reflect on that fact. That he could no longer remember what his mother looked like the last time he saw her apparently. He looked up at Ordhan, and nodded.
"Probably good that you held onto it. I'm sure if I had had it, some where along the line I would have decided food was more important then keeping it, and sold it for a few sovereigns." Despite his words, Conlan carefully re-wrapped the piece of jewelry. He didn't know what it meant to him, or what it should mean to him, but he wasn't going to insult Ord's effort in holding onto it for so long by tossing it aside or handing it back. There was also something else, similar to his wedding ring, he just couldn't seem to convince himself that he didn't want it. He put the folded fabric in his pack, right next to the wedding ring.