Phil's eyes widened and he smiled. "Oh! Kid! You gotta take it-" Phil said excited, rustling through his odds and ends behind the counter, "I always wanted to find you again. After you kicked the shit out of my gang, I've been doing so much better on my own! I've put my skills to use taking out other Bandits and cultists, and uh... Stealing their loot, ahhaha.." He pulled out yet another sack, but it was much smaller. It was about the size of Jenso's fist, and had a small string to tighten its mouth. Phil looked around carefully, and then stretched the mouth of the bag wide open, so that it was big enough to fit an entire person's body inside. The Interior was black, too dark to see, but it seemed to go on forever. "This is a bottomless pouch! I want you to have it," He said, handing Jenso the pouch. "It's the least I could do. I usually keep the best stuff for myself, but when I go out on my own, I usually don't have the strength to find more than I can fit in a normal Carriage, heh heh."