-==IC: Elian==-
The moment he steps into the armory, Elian claims a long coil of rope. "You can never have too much rope." He finds a couple of obscure potion ingredients, and he delightedly mixes them in a small cauldron, dipping the ends of his staff in the odd, bubbling mixture. He lights the ends of his staff from a torch on the wall. "Burns forever." After a few seconds, he blows the flames out and shows the staff to Orion. "And never does any damage to the wood. One of the few lessons from my old master I actually paid attention to." He pours the rest of the potion into a nearby flask, then cleans the cauldron and adds the potion and cauldron to his pack. He also tries to heft a Hylian shield, but finds it too cumbersome to use in addition to his staff. "Hmm...it's good protection from the back, but it feels like a waste of resources. Should I take it anyway?" He then looks to Orion's gear. "Unless you want it."
OOC: /needs you to tell me what to do.
