[Daring Scylla]

"I'm not as arrogant as the rest of my kind," Clancy added belatedly. He wasn't really surprised that Rina knew what he was. He felt an anxious fluttering at his back again. Wings.

He flinched as she put the pan away. Was it made of iron? He'd have to have a long talk with her about items made of iron, if she had them on her person. But for now she was putting it away.

Clancy glanced at the pack curiously. Rina was pulling out and putting away what appeared to be a lot for a normal sized pack. He really didn't need much food right then, but he took a few dried apricots to be polite. "I'm grateful for the food," he added, inclining his head. But he was still eyeing that pack. It seemed to have a spell similar to the one he had put on his bag - the area inside would be a lot larger than an initial glance might indicate. It was ever so complicated to find things, sometimes, but convenient for storing and carrying loads of things.

"Is that pack special?" he asked curiously. He wondered if she'd applied the spell herself - or maybe since she was a god, just thought the pack into existence.