[Cam]

The door eerily opened by it's lonesome as she knocked, revealing his preparation. A ring of coarse, abused rope lies at the foot of his wooden cot--he had acquired it, just as he was tasked. The image of Kaphiri folding the remaining robes of woven silk and cloth would've been the first thing she saw--at least, it would have, before he turned to interrogate whatever the creaking was stemming from. "Ah, dearest Avaline," he says, placing the tri-folded garb into his bag. "I hope you can forgive my departure. I pray to Akurah that it is a brisk trial."

The sight of his posterior was replaced by the anterior was he announced his woe, unraveling his fingers and concealing his arms beneath unshapely sleeves. "Did you find a suitable weapon for my travels? I'm yearning to see what you found, you've got such a knack for practicability."