The knight of the lavender hair gave her young master an affirming nod before her vocal response, "Of course. It would be objectively more difficult to defend you from keys thrown with relatively unlethal force, otherwise."<br/><br/>Sigrun kept pace with the boy, the thunderous clank of her metallic graves drowning out the soft plops of Riu's footsteps. The whole way, the heavy-looking sack was seemingly carried with no effort on her one arm. However, occasionally, her arm shook and quivered as if she was about to drop it, but her body had no reaction to it at all; as if she didn't even know she was struggling. The trip was as uneventful as the last one, though. The only notable movement being her head occasionally looking over her shoulder for any unwanted pursuers, like that cutpurse from earlier.<br/><br/>There was no sign of the exhausted researcher anywhere along the way, as he gave up instantly and went back to the clearing around the cliff. When the group came into view, Learin darted up to Sigrun in no time at all. He muttered a few unintelligible greetings to the others before swiftly yanking the bag from Sigrun's possession.<br/><br/>"Yes yes yes!" the ecstatic scientist exclaimed, "I hope you all will be as excited as I am. We might've already found something desirable in this miserable, shanty little hamlet."<br/><br/>Considering that he knew all of them as travelers aside from the blonde girl, he figured none would take too much offense to that comment... and the one that could potentially be a local couldn't exactly protest. When he finally dragged the bag, (that his weak arms could barely carry,) to a decent spot, he immediately tore into the bag and started tossing things out; not unlike a child rummaging through a toybox. He went around gathering what was important and shoving aside the unnecessary trinkets to the wayside with his foot.<br/><br/>"Use the ether cultivator to draw in more mana in the surrounding area... and this is for converting the mana's wavelength into a frequency we can understand... and this..." Learin's made-up pseudo-lingo continued as many gizmos were staked into the ground; mystical trinkets clanked together; ancient artifacts used to scratch the back of his neck real quick; shoved into Sigrun and Riu arms with a, "Hold this real quick," in what seemed more like an effort to decorate them like human christmas trees...<br/><br/>He then turned to everyone with, smirking with confidence on all the devices from both his efforts and the church's charity, "I have absolutely no idea if this will work, but," he said with his formerly tired face beaming with delight, "If it does, I hope you're ready to be the first humans to witness a spirit in... in a... a really long time!"<br/><br/>Sigrun, unsurprisingly looked on without the slightest hint of enthusiasm, but was certainly given the most stuff to hold; considering that she ran out of arm room and is balancing two of them on her shoulders and one on her head.<br/><br/>The confidence on the red head's face seemed to rise as he approached the cliffside, the device in-hand ringing with an eerie glow. "Hopefully... any... time now, the spectacle should begin!" he announced, pausing for a moment before adding a small, quiet, nervous addendum, "Within the hour. Or two.... or five."