[center][b]Nihonto, Schwarzenburg Square[/b][/center]
The typhlosion rolled his eyes - not exasperated, but somewhat amused. He refrains from comment about said rumors. "Those pastes will only last a few days, you know. But you're right - it's nice to have things like that. We'll forage for the bulk of our food, but we're going to need some hard staples in case things get tough. Smoked meat - uhm, what do you two eat again? I can never keep it straight. I believe... grains, right, suit the both of you? We'll find some rice, that keeps well and won't decay - we need only find water, and if water's a problem, food likely isn't a priority. Let me see..."

"Don't need a firestarter, obviously. We've got weapons - too much armor seems a hindrance. Don't need a hatchet, my sword doesn't dull. We'll need medicine though. Tourniquets, pills, potions. Tell you what..." He unclips his coin purse and starts counting. "Thorvald, will you handle the medicine? I like to carry several different poison remedies. Johann can recommend the best for the region. You might want to prepare for fire-related injuries, too. I understand that the cult of Anhara is concerned about our objective, and I can certainly imagine they might stick their fingers into our affairs. I don't count them enemies, but the Gods only know anymore, yes? ...If nothing else, you might suffer backdraft if I find myself in a...compromising position."

"...Frey can gather food, and... well, if you've got any personal affects, grab them. All I need is [i]Nagina[/i]. We'll need at least two, three day's rations - no more than we can carry without strain, yes? Skins for water..." He counts off on his fingers, thinking, and hands them each a handful of gold coins. "...Aaaaand a little bit extra in case you think of something else."
Perhaps importantly, alcohol wasn't anywhere on his list! ...One could only assume the contents of the banded flask that hung at his hip, of course, but it didn't look like more than a day's supply. He was after all a social drinker, if a rambunctious one, and... well, he simply couldn't be dragging fifty pounds of hard liquor into the wilderness. That would have been astonishingly impractical!