Anaxial
Making America Great Again.
Gerwin examined the items, crouching down aside them and taking in the encumbrance hat each item would put upon the party members. He listened to the others chatter about the objects but he'd already made up his mind. After a good minute of study, the Inquisitor rose to his feet and turned to his companions, lugging his repeating crossbow over his shoulder.
"Athaclenna, you're a constant reminder of why I enjoy your company." He said with a grim smile. "I agree with my Elven companion, be it her elven intuition or a divination from her Goddess: the ability to make safe camp outweighs any other option here. I've me a bedroll and I'm sure you're all competent enough to have your own." He explained, as he collected his gear and tossed his pack over one shoulder, the Crossbow over the other. "A safe camp is a thing I've never heard of. Finally, the ability to teleport to and from locations is far too useful to be ignored. Despite what's down here, I can't imagine none of it is edible. At worst we end up eating rats or other cave dwelling beasts."
"Athaclenna, you're a constant reminder of why I enjoy your company." He said with a grim smile. "I agree with my Elven companion, be it her elven intuition or a divination from her Goddess: the ability to make safe camp outweighs any other option here. I've me a bedroll and I'm sure you're all competent enough to have your own." He explained, as he collected his gear and tossed his pack over one shoulder, the Crossbow over the other. "A safe camp is a thing I've never heard of. Finally, the ability to teleport to and from locations is far too useful to be ignored. Despite what's down here, I can't imagine none of it is edible. At worst we end up eating rats or other cave dwelling beasts."