Eventually you think of something.

You try to picture yourself fighting some big bad evil monster with a sword or something, and you really can’t. “I don’t know. How about a gun?”

“Not really, sorry. I could if you could show me how but I have no real way to make ammo unless you can give me the exact composition of everything involved. Do you know all of that?”

“I think I know what gunpowder is.” You say scratching your head. “Isn’t it like sulphur and saltpeter?”

“Okay. How much of each? How much goes in each bullet?”

You shrug your shoulders, “I guess we would have to ask someone.”

That makes her laugh. “Actually from what I’ve seen people that use guns cast spells to make the ammo. Speaking of which, you know you can probably cast spells. I saw you summon magic when you fought the witch. That was how you kept resisting her spells, you were canceling them.”

“Really, huh, I have no idea.” You admit, “I guess I just reacted. I thought it was berserker rage or something like that.”

She blurts out a laugh, “You a berserker. Don’t be silly. I mean look at you. You aren’t weak but you are no berserker.” She takes your hand and gives you a twirling dance move.

“I was big before she jabbed me back there, she drained my strength.” You say but can’t help but smile, rest your hand on the small of her back, and continue dancing.

“Oh that. What she took from you was as much of the remaining crystalline energy your body was infused with. It took the former inhabitant of that body out and left only the power from your soul. But you canceled her spell after that or you would have dropped dead the instant she stuck you. That is why she panicked and sent you away. To be honest I think you killed her just as she did, if you didn’t, she would have had control of where she sent you. This place was subconsciously your pick.” She stops dancing, “Well if you want a gun we will just have to find one. As for your magic, I’m sure we will figure it out sooner or later. Now pick a weapon you can use and let’s go see if anyone is at that farm over there.”

“Oh yeah I guess I forgot about that.” You say letting go of her hand. You wrack your brain for any kind of memory of any kind of skill with weapons. You are pretty sure you are a good shot, but that’s about it. “Oh I know, a crossbow.” As you say it you get the slightest flash of you watching your hands swinging and fighting someone as a game or possibly a family member for fun with a broom handle. “And a staff. Oh and a nice knife with a say 7” blade.” This last one is based on another flash of memory, but this one is just of you using such a blade to clean the dirt from under your nails.

“Okay perfect. How about a small headed spear with a strong shaft instead of a staff? Same use, plus you could throw it in an emergency, or poke something.” You nod and she crafts them. You decide on a light crossbow with a quiver of 20 bolts slung on your back. A belt sheath for the knife. Then you carry the spear, and she ties a thong of leather on it that you can hook on a notch on the quiver if you like.

Once the two of you are completely ready she asks...