by Jak Snide » Mon Jul 21, 2003 10:02 am
Jak strolled past the chocobos, looking them over and, and eventually picked one. He had no great love of the beasts, and couldn't tell how this one was better than that one, or what the different feather colours meant, if anything. In his eyes, they were a way of getting from A to B which meant he didn't have to walk.
Before climbing up onto the saddle, he checked his supplies. One thing he did love about his robes was the ability to hide and stow a small horde in there, if he wished. Meant he didn't have to deal with a pack, or any such thing. A few potions, for both body and mind, enough rations for the trip there, and some spending money. And, of course, his dagger. While it was more of a memento than a weapon these days, he always kept it with him. Just in case, of course.
Now sitting as comfortably as he could, he waited for the others to mount up, and again wished that some normal mercs would have applied for the job.