Nothing I was allowed to keep. The Forest urged me to destroy everything. Anything I could salvage, I hid in the underbrush and let nature take it's course. But everything was strangely durable... it was a struggle to tear the cloth, and nothing burned at first.

I don't know the general locations anymore, this was centuries ago. But... I think there's still some stuff out there. It'll feel warm, like a gentle sunbeam. That's how you'll know.