"You left your druid behind," noted Jalua. "What is it you're looking for? Gold?"
Borgios shook his head. "No, he'd notice if that showed up in his pocket with me. I'm trying to figure out a way to smuggle some weapons for myself, and also stay in practice for the sorts of things we do. Something like a bag of holding, but smaller."
Jalua considered that, then grinned. "Gloves. Magical gloves. And I just happen to know of someone who has some. They'll only store one item each, but..."
Borgios shook his shoulders out, tension dissolving into relief. "That could work. That could very well work."
He swept her up, spun her around, and set her back down. "Jalua, you're a genius. What do we need to do get these?"
"Well," she said, "We'll need to rob this merchant. The clan won't object; he keeps trying to stiff us, so an... object lesson like this might even help us. Come on, I'll show you where he lives."
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