So in the end, all I have left is changes of clothing...

Well, best ta travel light, y'know.

Why?

Yer still hidin' something...

I just don't get yer evaluation standards.

Y-...you cannot touch this!

I shan't relinquish it!

Wait...

Firelighters, matches, 'n' flints.

It's all hazardous crap, ain't it!?

It was for when I came to want to start a fire...

Here, confiscate this all too, Crown Prince.

Like hell! Forget it! One question from the cops'd rule it out!