Some Magic Items And A Bit Of Trickery

I go over my gear and find the following items...

I am dressed in a suit of tough steel chain swathing over a gambison of quilted black cotton bellow which I feel the same type of clothes as are in my backpack. Another pair of green camouflage combat boots are on my feet and my hands are gauntleted with a pair of articulated metal gloves with cruel looking spikes on the first knuckle and the backs of the hand. Over all this is a simple tabard of printed cotton, bearing the following device: A yellow double headed eagle, displayed, behind which radiates two lightning bolts in the modern style, and above the heads of which is a Laural Wreath surrounding a Crown, all yellow, on a black background.

A sturdy leather backpack, containing: 20 days worth of shelf stable food, if I am ruthless about rationing, including way-bread, cheese, summer sausage, and dried apricots; a strange bottle made from what appears to be verdigrised brass with a large brass stopper than screws in place and is attached by a heavy brass chain made with welded links; a bandoleer holding 24 throwing knives made of good steel; five changes of clothes consisting of graphic t-shirts, bluejeans, black cotton socks, and black cotton boxers; an extra pair of black combat boots with three extra sets of laces; a pouch containing 31 Gil in lose change, mostly Gold; a box of matches; and a fifth of Jack Daniels.

Outside the contents of the backpack I am carrying a sword in the style of a long-bladed Machete, the edge of which's blade glows faintly with a reddish aura and the back of which is serrated like a saw, in a sheath on a belt at my left hip; on my right hip I bear a weapon somewhere between a Main-Gauche and a Sai, a thick and elongated but sharp edged central blade with two flared prongs to either side clearly designed for catching and breaking rival swords, it's blade also glowing a faint red, both clearly be-spelled.

One item however is of especial note, a bag, which as I dig around in it I find nothing, save that it is far far larger internally than it is on the outside, and it is made of some incredibly tough but thin, slick, and flexible fabric, and this gives me an idea.

"I think I have a plan Miss;" I begin and gesture at the bag, "this bag is much larger on the inside than the outside, large enough I think to hold you, if I can slide it between you and the tree I think I can get you out from under it uninjured," I explain showing how I can place my entire backpack and my whole arm into the bag which should be too small to hold them both without deforming.

"Okay, let's see if that works." The woman says and I get ready to make the attempt...