Young Writers Society

James nodded. "Ok," he replied, before running into the store to get those things quickly, adjusting his bag over his shoulder.

He came out quickly, the bandages in his hand and as much food rations as he was able to afford in his bag. He held the bandages out to her. "Here ya go."

She takes them and puts them in her bag. "Thanks."

He gives her a small nod, and pulls some wrapped jerky from his back and hands it to her as well. "They didn't have any lock picks. Not sure... why you need one though."

"If there's one thing I've learned, it's always have lock picks and daggers on your person. That might be because I was a thief for a good part of my childhood but it's helped me get out of tight spots before."

"Huh." He purses his lips into a thoughtful frown. "I just use pins. That the kind of stuff you're lookin' for?" He pulls out a little metal pin from his boot, and shows it to her.

"Yeah, that works fine. Picks are usually smoother for break-ins and things, though. Make less noise, take less time if you're trying not to get caught."

"...you plan on breaking into something?" He asked with a scoff.

She shrugs nonchalantly. "Not usually but there's been times when I've had to."

James tilts his chin up a bit, looking at her with a half-lidded, objective glance. "Hm. Understandable." He switches his bag over to his other shoulder, and looks around the town with a vague interest.

"Where to next?"

James twisted his lips to the side, "Hmm. Good question. I suppose you'd want help going home... all I had planned if I ever got out of that cave was to try my hand at being a Bard. It told myself I would jokingly at first, but I told myself, well damn it, it's not like I have anything better to do while I travel aimlessly. So I was gonna look into tradin' for a guitar somewhere. But that can wait 'til I figure out how to get you home."

"I have no clue what plane I'm in, much less which way home is," she answers. "So at the moment I'm at a bit of a loss on how to figure out how to get back to the war."

Right. That plane or realm thing again. He didn't know how to help with that. They were on earth, he knew that much. He scratched the back of his head in thought. "I don't suppose looking at a map would help?"

"Not really. It doesn't tell me much if there's no landmarks I know, and even if there was a shared one, chances are it wouldn't have the same name."

"Ah... well..." He blew a raspberry through his lips, his brows raised. He genuinely didn't know how to help her. "And where are you from again, exactly? There might be a chance I know it?"

He did recall though, how she couldn't remember how she had arrived in their forest. It was... eerie. He wondered if maybe she lost her memories or something, but her mind seemed to sharp for that. It was for that same reason that he didn't want to consider the possibility that she could be mad.