[ Molly straps on his belt with his weapons on and stuffs his incense bag in his sleeve, watching Fjord yell at the heavens for the lack of things he got returned. ]

Why did they give my things back and not yours? Why did they even take your magic in the first place?

[ He looks quite confused, glancing over at the tree like he wants to will it to go boom. ]

What about your falchion?