Neffy was in her room going through her trunk, looking for clothes that she could carry in a small sack.
Lying on her bed was her belt with her pistol, a small sack full of bullets, and the dagger, along with a couple of vials.
Taking a breath, Neffy nervously walked around her room. It was the first time she had genuinely had the opportunity to pack her luggage.
Shane was stirring his chest as he laid out various outfits on his bed and dragged his traveling bag. He looked at his gear on the desk.
While Brian sat at his desk, taking bullets out of a box and placing them in a small sack.
The elongated bullets from the rifle he placed in the free spaces on his belt while the small, stubby bullets from his pistol he placed in a small sack.
Shane, without looking at Brian, said, "It is a great honor that you have been given. How do you plan to deal with it?"
