Q'uila winces, "Well full glad am I for the lack of Arcana but that just sounds like a disaster in the making. No equipment." She shakes her head, "Honestly what is this train thinking?"

"Hammerspace has its uses, although I find my pockets a lot lighter than they normally would be." With a twist of her wrist, four palm-sized crystals in a variety of shapes and colours appear in her hand and she puts them down on the table. On closer inspection, each crystal has a different symbol carved onto it and each seems to glint and shine independently of any light source in the room. Another flick of her wrist and with a dull thunk a tall, exquisitely made purple lance is also placed on the table.

"I seem to be missing quite a few other job crystals and all my weaponry and armour except for my lance." Q'uila sighs, she can only hope that they're being kept safe somewhere.