Eron shrugged on his armour and replaced his dagger in it's sheath in his boot. His deceptively lightweight shield was discreetly hidden in a specially made pouch on his large backpack. His sword was already in his backpack, the hilt angled towards his right hand for easy access in a pinch.
Eron resented at times the need to be so discreet. He realised that the human world was largely ignorant about the supernatural dangers and while he valued discression a part of him wondered where the line between discression and deception lay.
Normally Friday would have fused her sais to her pants, but she was unwilling to do this with the sais that Eron had given her, and also carried them in a specially made back pack. Instead of keeping the zipper partway open for her hand to fit through, however, Friday would just use her atom manipulation to pass her hands through. As the sais were so very sharp, curtosy of their imbuement by the blacksmith how forged them, Friday had to make sure she knew exactly where the handles lay before grabbing hold!
"Ready?" she asked.
"Whenever you are," Eron replied with a nod.
The pair stepped out of their caravan and began their patrol.