Childermass just listens, nods, and goes to search the dimension as quickly as he can. He'll only get what Syrlya's asked for, lacking the pockets to tuck away anything extra that he might recognize. Silver sword with a winged figure, leather and chainmail armor, and then he's back out with those in hand.

"Here." He holds them out. "Get those settled. I have one more thing to give to you but I need to get it from my shadow."