Fort Akton, Akton Armory, Klos 15th, 350AC, 11:10 (sunny, 36 degrees, new moon)

Your characters have equipped themselves at the Akton Armory (either by privilege, credit, or cash).  The silvery light of a glow plant reflects off the various metal weapons and equipment stored here.  Q-bert, the old Norfo supply master, sits behind a warped wooden desk and scratches his scraggly chin with his leathery hands.  “Well?  Anything else?”  To Ragnor: “Any more rations?”

What now?