"I would normally think it a scandalous waste to leave a good staff and cloak here. But these aren't things I can safely give away; they've been with me long enough to soak up a good charge of power, and some innocent person could burn more than their fingers on them. And I may one day want them again. I place them near the pit, roll up the cloak, cast a preservation spell - my last spell ever, most likely. They will remain there undecayed, gradually disappearing under moss and leaf mold, appearing to be one more fallen branch, one more boulder. If I do come back, they will be there for me."

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