*Knowing the lack of magic was going to cause a resurgence, the young woman sighed. Concentrating on a distant point, her eyes flashed a dozen shades of burning metal and the tattoo on her arm glowed. A small wind seemed to stir at her feet then die. The changes were subtle, but manifold. Knives nicked and worn suddenly gleamed with a hard, dangerous edge, well maintained and deadly; the raveled, old whip was much tidier, worn, but well-oiled and neat; the quiver did not change, nor the bow, but the nockings on the arrows were new, and the shafts straighter. Minute scars on her face and arms had faded away, leaving less than half; odd scars appeared on her wrists and upper arms, barely present, but there; clothes and boots remained travel-stained, but were obviously newer than any would have ever thought; two small pouches also became visible, actually sewn onto the waistband of her pants, both full, but the contents invisible. Blinking a moment, the young woman appeared almost startled.*

Well. That feels...lighter.

*A blank expression settled across her face and she began walking after the brothers Fireforge*

One more to go...the hardest part yet...

*Nodding grimly to herself, she picked up the pace slightly*

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