A sense of relief rushed over her at his words. She sighed letting tension leave her. Sage smiled at her old friend warmly. "There's nothing to forgive, you had every right to feel the way you did." A laugh escaped her, probably for the first time in ages, "I mean you know I couldn't let you go on a dangerous, possibly deadly journey without me. I do have a hard time with mundanity."

Just as she could feel herself relax a voice insulted her. Her olive eyes shot up to meet a very contrasting crimson pair. Did this random middle-aged woman, whom looked like she crawled out of the gates of hell, just insult her ability to protect herself at all? Sage stood up utterly dumbfounded at the sheer disrespect. Osric seemed to just swipe it under the rug completely confirming to her that, yes, this was one of their companions.

The dagger Osric pulled out was stunning. Not any normal weapon you'd get in the seven villages. There was no surprise that the Order had such lavish items. She herself at one point wore elegant robes for important events. One must look the part they hold. However, to think such a powerful item was here, and not just one, but many. Was an invaluable resource for them. 

Sage none the less was hoping this travel companion would prove to be easy to get along with despite the initial, introduction? Who was this woman? She was about to ask before Revna of all people came up and shouted the woman's name. It didn't surprise her at all that Revna, a literal giant warrior was enticed into this. A small smile graced her face at seeing her friend. Which soon turned into a smirk and a funny scoff. It made sense Revna wouldn't have thought in a million years that she'd be here. Sage was after all a very loner type of person.

She went to say something about it before Revna connected the dots and suddenly her feet weren't on the ground. Confusion mixed with amusement graced her features. "Glad to see you're joining us Revna, truly. You know I can't keep away for a chance at greatness." She joked.

Once back on the ground, Revna quickly informed this woman on Sage's abilities of swordsmanship. She remembered the scar from that night. While sparing it was a hurdle Sage commonly had to overcome with Revna's height. In comparison she was extremely small despite being an average height. Revna always insisted that they didn't avoid drawing blood during their matches. Something that took Sage a while to get accustomed to. During the spar she had been blocking the attacks and an opening became open to her like nothing she'd seen before. Her arms and legs seemed to have moved on their own when she ducked sideways and cut down on the taller woman. 

After she did it, she had apologized profusely not meaning to make sure a deep cut in a spar. Revna, being Renva, just had laughed at her. Congratulated her for finally getting one up on her. They had gone to the tavern and celebrated that night after Sage had patched her wound up. The fondness for the memory was very close to her heart. Revna's positivity and energy was such a blessing.

Walking forward she grabbed one of the daggers and sheathed it in a spare loop. It would be of better use on their person's than on this cart. The level of supplies should at least get them through a month or so. Between the four of them it would be more than enough for a while. It didn't escape her that there were personal hygiene supplies. Osric had always been borderline obsessive about being clean and well kept.

"To be fair Revna most of my scars are from you as well."

Turning to Osric she was intent on hearing his response to the question. Was this all of them?