The next few hours passed in a flurry of preparation as they searched through the Ravager base for anything useful. Hidden compartments yielded a meager cache of coins, fifty copper pieces and two silver marks. It was barely enough to fund their journey to the capital, let alone secure decent accommodations once they arrived.
Kira discovered clothes that actually fit her small frame, while Yomi found himself examining Raiven's wardrobe. The dead mercenary's clothes were well-made and practical, a hooded cloak in muted greys and browns, a leather harness system for carrying gear, sturdy boots, and fitted trousers that allowed for ease of movement.
The style was foreign to him, lacking the flowing elegance of his homeland's garments, but he could appreciate their functionality for someone who lived by the sword.
