Falorre continued to grin as she laid out her finds, scanning the items for magic, pleased with both the haul and Brenna's good cheer; now that she knew there were bandits on this road the thought of a traveling companion appealed to her a bit more, though she had always been fond of solitude. 'It's a deal', she said, while slipping the strange bracelet on her left wrist, 'Rescuing you was an excellent idea on my part, probably one of my better ones...' She had nearly forgotten about the wound on her arm until she felt a wet trickle; she retrieved her waterskin and washed the blood off, then tore a strip of cloth from the cleanest garment she could find around the camp and tied the wound using her teeth.<br/><br/>After stuffing as much of the food, water, weapons, and tobacco into her backpack as she could fit, she filled another with the rest, including the alcohol, and filled a third backpack with all the coins. 'I'm partial to just leaving the tents myself, but if you feel like carrying one... Why don't you take one of these packs', she called to Brenna, throwing the other woman the heavy, coin-filled pouch. 'Ready to get back on the road?' Falorre was feeling good; she was pleased at helping Brenna, pleased at vanquishing the bandits and making the road a bit safer, and most of all, pleased at her luck in finding food and such valuable weapons. She was actually a little excited about the rest of the journey to Korves.<br/><br/>(Falorre uses detect magic to confirm the quality of the weapons and bracelet)<br/>(Current HP: 46 (assuming the one who hit me wasn't wielding a cold iron weapon)