Setting: This world is an old one, and there are few places someone hasn’t already gone. But sometimes someone was just there. How do you know? Roll d10.
1: A puck of hardtack, softening in a clay cup of coffee.
2: A brace of extinguished, but warm, torches.
3: Two unstoppered goatskins, each half-full of water.
4: A misting of finely ground flour blown across the walls.
5: Little open crockery pots of cosmetics, greasy fingersmears.
6: A creased loveletter, discarded.
7: A Writ of the Princess Regent, voided.
8: Rude crusted bandages.
9: Two hardboiled eggs, deshelled.
10: A pair of shat trousers.
And where did they go?