"Oh, that. Katherine's full of herself, and Mika thinks she's still a kid." He started leading the way toward where the healer was in town, based on the directions of one of the guardsmen, but stopped in town square, seeing the two of them talking about something.
"Oh, hey Zack! How's your foot?" said Katherine.
"Well, it's your foot. I wouldn't need reminding if I'd stepped in a campfire."
"Hey, who's hiding behind you?" said Mika.
"N-nice to meet you.."
"What can you do?" said Katherine.
The psion sensed confusion, and clarified. "I mean, what's your class's abilities?"
"..I can't tell what your wings are made of. Actually, I can barely sense them at all."
Mika tugged at a wing gently to get a look at its tip. "Well, I'm pretty sure they're made of the same stuff as bat wings. I mean, that's what they look like, right?"
"Well...yes, that would make sense, I think, but..they're not. It's like they're not natural or something."
"That may be it.."
He opened his eyes. "Yeah, sure."
"Yeah..if you're okay with having one tank and three people who can't take hits," said Zack.
"Yeah, but that's what we have a healer for, right? Anyway, you're not really a pure tank. You're more just a physical fighter. You move a heck of a lot faster than a wall, is what I'm saying, and I seem to remember you being the one who killed the big goblin. I get the feeling whoever designed this game had the idea of making classes highly flexible. They probably put every use they could think of into each class, given its general description."
"No. Definitely not," said Katherine. "What have you got that in?"
"Oh, Luck. Everything else is under twenty, except for Wit. I guess witch is just a super lucky class or something?"
"Mmh, a little bit," answered the catgirl. "But then, if I describe a situation to you, like 'the little boy bent down to pick up a penny and a bullet sailed right through where his head would've been if he hadn't', you'd say the little boy was lucky, right?"
"I guess so."
"Really? That's pretty bad. I hope your class powers are worth a disadvantage like that. What about you, Mika?"
"Well, yeah, but you used knives for a little bit during the fight with the goblins. It's not like you can't."
"I think that was more improvised weapons than me actually being good with knives. I'll probably just end up throwing this if I use it..so, y'know, trash goblin knives work better for me."
"So..nobody minds if I take these?" she asked, moving both knives back over to her hands, and getting them by their handles.
"Um..sort of. They have extra elements tied in, but I can't make sense of the networks..it's too complicated. You, uh, you might need to have those actually appraised by someone who knows what they're doing."
"..Fine. It'll save us some money anyway, if we can figure out what they do without paying someone to tell us."
"Good idea," said Mika, taking the next bed and hopping in.
"I can't exactly sleep in armor. Look at the other wall."
"Well..most armor is put on over clothes..right?"
"Whoever designed the knight's outfit didn't think so," said Zack, now looking down at a woman's body in white undergarments.
"I guess so. It's really hard to think of this as a game, though..everything seems pretty real."