<span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Ragnar glanced at Brynn, motioning for her to go first. Brynn grabbed the wolf pelt from her pack. Fortunately for her, the time the pelt spent in her pack caused the scent to return to its normal earthy scent. She held onto the pelt for a moment before handing it over to the Mage. The pelt was the only real personal possession she had, she would do anything to get the pelt back if something were to happen to it. Once the mage was finished applying the wards on the pelt, she attached it onto her right shoulder plate.</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;">Lastly, it was Ragnar's turn. He reached upward to the handle of his weapon, drawing out <span style="font-style: italic">Isenfier</span>, his broadsword forged in the style of the warriors from his homeland. "Careful, it's heavy." He teased the mage with a dim-witted smirk as he handed Merlin the blade.</span></div>