There were the stones that Orion had found for the Zodiac Guild, and the books he’d been using to research them, alongside the diary his father had left him. The Map of Espial laid beside them, the night iron spyglass with its gruesome shadow eye still locked in place, waiting for someone to use it at leisure. Diego’s gross soul hat was there too, grandma and co presumably intact within, though I wasn’t going to be putting the thing on my head to check. A few more of Orion’s books were there and some other trinkets I didn’t care to sift through right now.
