We were talking about this last night. I imagine the scenario goes like this:

ME: Come forth retainers and harken to me. Ye shall go forth into the world, explore the fields, and bring tale and trinkets from your adventures. Worry not about your preservation as I shall clad ye with the highest armor [that I don't happen to be wearing] and arm you with the sharpest blades. The peasantry shall be in awe of how you wear the Bauer Ice Skate helm of lighted dark. Godspeed in your venture and may the 12 guide the way!

[retainer exits]
RETAINER: yeah, screw that. I'm going to go hang out in Costa de Sol. There's a few houses I can break into on the way back. Most of them don't even lock their doors. Worst case scenario, I rip some flowers from the garden. No biggie. I've got 15 hours to kill.