Rosch caught the pouch easily, surprised at its weight. He gave a low whistle. "Well, I guess that solves one of our problems, at least!" He manages to loop the severed ties around his belt with some difficulty (basically being rendered one-handed makes it difficult, but he manages well enough).

"Firearms? That don't use mana? Huh." Rosch rubbed at his chin in thought. "Guess they're a lot more common here if they're just selling them in armories. Normally you'd have to have something like that custom made..."

Not that Rosch was keen on acquiring one. Too fiddly and unreliable for his tastes. Put a lance in his hand, and he could face down any foe!

But for now, he'd settle with a knife. There's a bit of a wry grin and a quiet, "Show off," as Stocke pulled the knife free and offered it to Rosch. (The movements had been too quick for Rosch to realize that Stocke was pulling some kinda trick with the telekinesis, but he was used to his friend's sleight-of-hand techniques that he didn't think to question it.) It looked ridiculously small in his grip, but a small weapon was better than no weapon at all. And even with only the use of one arm, his prodigious strength was certain to make any attack guaranteed lethal. He shoved the knife into the top of his boot, and the cold steel pressing against his calf is a welcome reassurance.

"Good. That means we won't have to bunk down for the night or anything. And I can wait until we get there to find something to eat..." he trailed off, noticing the eerie look Stocke was giving him. The taller soldier's hair prickled at that pointed look. "B-But if you're getting hungry we can... we should probably take care of that sooner rather than later, right!?"