"Pardner, if'n yawant to go inta a Sweat Lodge, ya gotta remember that it's a Spiritual Journey." He said to Psyga.

Rattlesnake Jack listened as the others were sharing details of their own weaponry, and other discussions. "Fancy Yo-yo sword ya got there slick." He said to Rawk. Rattlesnake Jack gave a nod to the Elf, "Right well, got yourself a good shield then." 

 Rattlesnake Jack immediately turned his head when Tear was talking about a scythe that was also a sniper rifle. Arching his right brow he cocked his head to face her. "Missy, remind me later to show you a [i]real[/i] sniper rifle, with a bayonet, cause I can see whatcha tryin' to go for. But with sniper, ya ain't wantan ta be gettin' close enough to go with a quick stab." 

He shook Bee's hand, "Nice ta meet ya Bee." He gave a chuckle, "Ain't that the truth. Quality of the liquor don't matter, rather the company does. Drinkin' ain't really drinkin' if ya aren't with good pals. Best is if'n ya drink somethin' you and the posey brewed. And early morning trips, always fun."