[GM Post]

[b][color=#a4161a]"Eh, up to you. Certainly easier without, but I can work around that."[/color][/b] Yvonne only spared a glance at the undergarment, her attention returning to the salve and ointment. Apply to the burned area, right? Then bandage it off. Her touch was firm but surprisingly gentle, having cared for more injuries than she could remember throughout her mercenary life. [b][color=#a4161a]"Alright. Ain't too pretty, but it'll hold."[/color][/b]

Now, her own things. The chain links had partially melted and fused. Likely would be easier to just break it off and sell it as raw material, buy a new one instead of fixing it.

There's some thumping from the ruined stairs. If people were to check, they'll find Kaito the fox using some rope to carefully lower a sizeable suitcase from the upper floor. A relatively heavy one too, judging from how he heaved and grunted. On a closer look, it was rather ornate with gleaming brass frames and decorated patterns over the leather... magical patterns.

[b][color=#33FFF7]"Guess what I've found in the wizard's room? There's an entire armoire too, filled with pompous clothing. I cant tell what these stuff are but maybe someone more magically inclined could find it useful?"[/color][/b]

It's filled with... reagents. Bottles and vials of various liquid and powder and anything inbetween, with more variations of color than an entire parade. Plain rings and necklaces sat next to carving tools, as well as a number of dubious trinkets of wildly different origins. There's even half-completed drawing of various tesseracts that hurt the eyes when stared for a prolonged period, list of technical difficulties in neat handwriting jotted thoroughly next to them.

It's around this time the Fetch returned with the prince in tow, the latter failed to hide his stunned shock at the unusual lineup. Then he recognized Matilda and made a beeline for the orc, his visage for once filled by a boyish smile befitting his age.