Eivor picked up a pile of hay and set it in the pen.
- Merec: Ah, yes! Feed the sheep and see what... comes out...
After a while, one of the sheep painfully passed the brooch.
- Sheep: (pained Baaaa!)
- Merec: See what's there!
- Eivor: By the gods, how do I find myself doing this?
Eivor searched piles of excrement.
- Eivor: Wh-what has this sheep eaten? Nothing in there.
Nothing. I must continue my search.
She took a break and spoke to Merec.
- Eivor: I have had no luck finding your brooch.
- Merec: Alackaday!
She returned to sifting the excrement until she found it.
- Eivor: Hm...Ah! A brooch. Not in very fine condition.
