"I see. I've heard enough. Apprentice, get them what they need."
[The MAGICIAN'S APPRENTICE rolls his eyes and comes over.]
"Okay, okay! Here, hold still a second, kids."
[He taps each of you on the head, and there's a warm fuzzy feeling as all three of you are now sporting sparkly armor that seems very light and flexible, bearing shields trimmed with the colours of your teams (and decorated with a crow, a swan, and a hydra respectively), and with really bitchin swords at the hip (Dera gets a whole bunch of throwing knives instead though).]