Old Jack had thought about sending the three still young Mouse Ladies back to South Continent, but they were still too young to take care of themselves. Nonetheless, it was certainly better than waiting in the basement of Saint Nali.
At this point in the conversation, Fisher glanced outside and knew there was no time left for idle talk.
"Alright, then. If there's anything you want to take, hurry it up. We don't have much time."
The three Mouse Ladies hugged Old Jack, peering out at Moli with Fisher, a clean Rat peeping out from atop one little girl's head, startling Moli.
"There's nothing much to take, just the guns, bullets, some money, and these old bones of mine…"
