Sorrel put a hand to her chin, feeling as she always did when she returned-cold.
As she rose and left the altar, the Mira reached into her pouch and took out some of her money-it wasn't much-and dropped it into the nearby strongwood donation box. To help the needy.
After all, the money had been given to her in the spirit of charity-or else liberated from the pockets of troublemakers who would have put it to bad use. It was only right it go to those in more need than herself...
...
She still would have preferred a decent side-weapon, however, she mused walking back-one with reach. She had recently owned a throwing ring-a deadly steel device called by some a (the bloodthirsty) 'limbtaker', by some (the religious) a 'Riza', or Rice Cutter, by others (the poetic) a 'Windstar'-it's more proper name was 'Chakrani', or Chakram. It was a curious weapon unique to the Mira-one that could be hand tossed to cut with it's long blade, or to strike a heavy bludgeoning wound with it's flat, angled edge. The more artistically made of them a queer whistling noise as they flew through the air-one that could set a warriors heart from boldness to ruddy caution, if he had ever encountered it's like before. A weapon capable of incapacitation-or decapitation, she though with a morbid smile. Even Sorrel has a certain dark sense of humor.
Unfortunately hers was now located at the bottom of the ocean, or else bestowing a pirates belt, and perhaps he had already sold it at the local market she now walked through for a night of wenching. She had quite lost track of it in the scuffle to avoid a painful and prolonged death.
Finding a replacement would not be easy...or cheap. And 'true Mira craftsmanship' was not always guaranteed in these far lands.
She decided to look for one, for a short time-otherwise, providence would provide.
Sorrel could fight with a rock just as well, and had.
Action: Sorrel donates half her money to a local church thats helping the victims, and goes to the meeting point. Assuming she has any money left, she'll try to buy a replacement throwing-ring.
If not possible, along the way, she'll scavenge a leather or cloth strap and stones to work as a makeshift sling.