Luna reached into her bag, pulling out an acid flask and a sunrod. The former was useful in obvious ways, and the latter would be handy for dealing with things that thrived in the darkness.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm really not much of a warrior, and my magic won't last very long. I wish I'd thought ahead and grabbed a caravan guard's crossbow before I got captured, but c'est la vie, life goes on regardless! I'll make do with rocks, or anything we can scavange off of fallen opponents."</strong>