<br/><br/>Alphonse had woken with the dawn. He did that fairly routinely when in the jungle..less so when back at his village...and hardly at all when in town. It was as if the rising sun had the largest pull on him when he was actively in his chosen element. He had stretched and gotten up with a small yawn and a glance about to refresh his memory of where he was. And then he was up, indeed, as the renewed sight of two naked women joined forces with the typical morning arousal to make the halfling cough slightly and slip over to his clothes and armor with just a quick second glance to say good morning if either the mage or warrior woman were also awake.<br/><br/>Then he found the belt.<br/><br/>"Oooh...fancy," he cooed to himself.<em>I wonder if it does anything or is just a good bit of work? Ah, we'll know soon enough.</em>He fastened it about his waist and turned about then looked off into the surrounding terrain and called out in a loud stage whisper, "Thank you, Vash'ti." He then set about with helping the others, if they needed it, with getting ready to head back--fixing breakfast, building the carrying sled, sorting through the house and grounds to decide what stays and what comes along.<br/><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/>Upon arriving back in town, Alphonse merely smiles to the street urchins--the ones he knows and likes, that is; the others get glares and silent threats to back off and leave them be. The ranger is content with listening to the women discuss and decide on the party's next course of action. He follows along and lends a hand in manuvering the bird and other belongings into Fiera's shop. He smiled at the usual suspects Quinta had barked at. "I'd be listening to her if I were you," Alphonse said.