"Hob, then," Jojo says, smiling tentatively. "...I'd offer you the same except that my name doesn't shorten to anything that still feels like my name."

"Understandable. Most names do not admit of shortening quite so enthusiastically, between us Roberts and the Margarets and the Williams we're rather hoarding more than our share." Oh No He's So Small, Help. "And with that-- Lady Aribeth, is there anything else I can do for you before I re-arm," hopefully the enchantment voucher situation has been sorted while he was dead mildly stabbed, "and we go snake hunting?" He taps the glasses Fenthick delivered. 

"Hm. If you want some magic that isn't a weapon or armor or spectacles, you can talk to the quartermaster, he's got a side shop and we gave you enough gold to get a cloak of resistance or a ring of protection. Other than that, I think what you can do for me is hunt the snake at your earliest convenience."

Ooh, he would definitely like to go see the quartermaster and peer interestedly through the glasses at what other magic items do individually. Aribeth is also extremely magic but in the way where he really needs to ever have heard a single flute before he has a hope of identifying anything in a symphony. And... yeah, he'll try to make conversation about his home planet when they aren't obviously in a horrible time crunch. "Will do, cheers." 

To the magic shop! 

The quartermaster has such a collection of magical accessories! Rings and amulets and belts and boots and cloaks and headbands and gloves and –

lots of stuff. He's willing to explain anything. Most of the stuff is abjuration-blue, some of it transmutation-orange, a few pieces other colors. If he asks for items within his price range, he's presented with the expected ring of protection ("fouls a blade like a padded jerkin, but over your whole body") and cloak of resistance ("sharpens your reflexes and strengthens your will and your guts, just a bit"), plus a pair of slightly high-heeled leather boots with velvet soles, a phylactery with room for a scriptural verse inside, and a robe made, for some reason, out of an enormous length of twine.