Deeming that he had done a sufficient job with the hands, Lucky shot a look towards the Indian woman. Okay, so she has some healing poultice. Maybe if he asked nicely he can retrieve something. Looking around the room now, he ignored the old woman and the questions asked by everyone as he noticed something. When the Indian had received her poultice, the witch had taken it from the wall, where it had been disguised as some other thing. A fanny pack, if his memory served. Same with all the other items. The sword, the rifle. His item was in this room. He just needed to find what it could possibly be.

He stepped away from the group, looking around. Maybe he would be able to keep both the bag of gold and his own little trinket. Lucky looked through the racks, pawing at a few items to check if they were real or not. Most felt real to the touch, though that could be illusion for all he knew about magic. As he went, he took a few things that just seemed interesting in their own right. A rather nice fountain pen, seemingly made of bone. A pack of cards, with Norse Cards written on the front, along with a picture of Jörmungandr, the World Serpent, staring out and back at Lucky.

Hearing something interesting, Lucky turned back to the witch, as a cold wind rattled the shop. "Well, if we have free will, what's to stop us from just doing as we wish? I mean, Ragnarok could take quite a while. That would be a good amount of time to just do as we wish, make our own kingdoms. To those who haven't had a god for a while, I'm sure a demigod would do." stepping to a mirror, he picked up a large fake beard, putting it on, "think I could pull off a convincing Jesus?"

He put it back down. "Anyway, point is, how far away is Ragnarok? From the point of view of the gods, it may be soon but it might be an eon for us."