Again. With a triumphant sigh, Engie drained the tall mug of alcohol. "Pooses are like vader to us pack home," she said with a sly smile at the other two passengers. "I vill pe zee packline und bick up targets. Mein gun can hit zee target up to more zan ein zouzand yards. Atdached vith ein telescobic zight, zee hit rate vould pe ein eaze," she said.

Lady Kaelara and Mister Jean were examining her bags. Engie sighed. "Acdually, zere are nein pombs in mein lugkage. Zoze are contained vith mein sbare ammo, mein razions und necezidies, und zome berzonal sduff. I made zis condainer myzelf. Fery duraple und eazy to carry as zee veel vill make it ein eaze." she continued.

Aside from the odd bag. Additionally, she has been carrying another one on her shoulder. Many ordinary people thought it was a bag container the size of a musket. That being said, it is actually a rifle.