Lance reached into a crate a second time to fish out his chosen weapons sheath.  He'd been listening in on the conversation about discussing how to get home.  Deciding to not just mumble under his breath Lance decided to speak up as he continued to search for more viable gear.  [color=0072bc]"Is there really any point to that now?  We don't even know where or when we are.  Kind of essential stuff to know before we can even think of that.  Honestly, we're likely to be here for a long time.  How we got here may of been a one way trip."[/color].

Picking up a slightly battered helm Lance held it to the floor before stomping at the crooked face guard before the holding pin eventually gave breaking the main damaged section off.  He glances into the opening curious as to whether it would indeed fit him.  He eventually rummaged up a leather vest, gloves and leg guards, deciding to haul the lot to the wagon before trying to fit it all.  [color=0072bc]"Once we know more maybe then we can talk about going home.  Best now to keep moving."[/color]  Lance shook his head at the thought once more of this conversation before leaving to head out to the wagon.

[@Azure Sea]