Sen accepted the given equipment with thanks.  He was a bit nervous, and thus remained fairly silent throughout... not njervous for his own well-being per se, but nervous that he'd mess something up.<br/><br/>One small fist clasped into one small palm was Sen's goodbye to the townsfolk.  His holy symbol about his neck, he kept up with the rest of the group with fair ease, lightly following near the middle-ish of the group.  He was always /there/... simply didn't call a great deal of attention to himself, as he listened.