[Serra Britt]

Feenai took her new equipment and wondered how in the world stuff so small could be so...heavy. Seeing that Ruebella had picked out some fancy sword, she changed her mind on the psychic flail entirely and gave it back when they had brought out the gear she had asked for. She found a piece of rope to use as a belt of sorts, and clamped all eight grenades to it. The submachine gun had a strap on it so she slung that over her shoulder, and clamped the extra magazines to that. She didn't even know where to put the weapon-grade lasers. I'm never going to be able to carry all this... She sighed inwardly and walked over to Jeanne.

"I'm really sorry for picking up on your thoughts like that," Feenai whispered to her, "but when we leave town you should try sensing for the swords that the Saint had, when he fought out there. Maybe we can find them and return them, so it won't feel so much like we're stealing? Also, why don't you take one of these lasers in exchange for the one you have? It could be useful...considering where all these people want to go."