"A magic trick, yes. An illusion, not quite. It's real."

He indulges it, not really thinking of how authentic his reactions were. What's important is he cuts to the chase, of which he does by pulling up a sleeve to his bicep, revealing a golden band embedded with jewels, glinting under the low light from the fire pit.

"It's called an arms band. I brought it with me from my world, and now you can buy it at the train shop for forty-five points." He pulls his sleeve back down and the sword is returned back into the hammerspace. The task of helping him out is not forgotten either; now Roland takes a first aid kit from his arms band, and unzips it to get gauze. This is deftly unrolled and another gesture for Koumyou Sanzo's hands is made, as Roland takes to wrapping up his work.

"It's never going to run out of space, so all this - " he cranes his head slowly to gesture to their surroundings, to the camp site he nests in. "- won't need to be hauled in a backpack. Neither would your weapons have no place to go. You can keep three melee and one ranged weapon in here at all times."

Now to wrap up the other hand...