You crouch beside the UNIMPORTANT pile and begin carefully sifting through the gravel.
Most of it appears entirely ordinary.
Small stones.
Dusty stones.
One surprisingly mean-spirited stone.
The gigantic mechanical hand continues its endless sorting above you, apparently paying no attention.
Deep within the pile, your fingers suddenly brush against something metallic.
You pull free a small silver amulet hanging from a thin chain.
A tiny inscription has been engraved onto the back:
HOT NEAR SOUP
Despite this limited magical property, the amulet somehow still feels valuable.
The mechanical hand does not react in the slightest.
Apparently, the object is officially unimportant.