As each of the others take their choices and move up to mark them with the Master, Javek watches them intently. Each owns their own style and grace, each takes what they think will best suit them in the upcoming tests. Javek remains where he is until he is sure he is ready. He clasps the bracelet around his wrist and then goes about looking through the items to choose from. A thick wool blanket catches his eye and he's reminded of the cold nights aboard the ship, I do not know how long the test shall take. he concludes.
Next is a set of manacles, If I am to catch one of the others, I will not want to harm them, his imagination drifts to the idea that the test will be individual against individual.
Third, and only on instinct, he grabs a hardy shovel. The desert folk were know for their gifts with burying food, crafts, and other items to save them from the sun during the summer months. A shovel is as a tool any desert dweller should have.
Finally he stands in front of the weapons rack. He wanted to choose another item from the chest, but his heart told him he may need to defend himself. Lying on the rack is a boar spear, one much finer in quality than his own. He hefts it about before nodding his pleasure on his decision.
He wraps the shovel and spear in the wool blanket and tuck them all under his arm. His other hand carries the manacles and they clank and clatter together. He stands before the Master of Lore, confident he has made the right choices.