[Espy]

Dante suppressed a dance of joy as he was brought what he'd been looking for. Brand...new...I'm actually...impressed, he thought as a Fuuma, two bichawas, flashbangs, and compound bow were shoved none too gently onto the table next to him, the soldier not wanting to make any contact with the alleged murderer. He picked out sheathes by himself and strapped them on for size.

Ah, forgot the arrows... He rifled through compartments under the glare of the captain until he found several quivers of black-flighted arrows for his bow.

He stood with a smirk. Mock bowing again to the now very disgruntled soldiers, he made his way outside. Once safely out of sight, he brought his hand out of his pockets -- pickpocketing, round one, success! Surely the captain wouldn't miss a few hundred.