Fletcher's expression lights up at Tara's remark, and he turns towards the gnome.<br/><br/>"I just realized that I have a bag of holding.  Let me put the rest of the stuff in here, and we can sort it between everyone once we get into the academy."  Fletcher started lodging some of the heavier stuff (Sycamore traveled light, too) into his bag of holding, leaving all beings stripped of their valuables-- but leaving behind anything that couldn't be fixed.<br/><br/>Now, moving behind Tara, he made a few more remarks:<br/><br/>"Since we're a party and all, could we discuss how we'll go about splitting loot?  Maybe draw up a contract that would be beneficial to everyone?"