"Right," said Tradden as Zero quietly made his way back the way they had came.
He fished around in his pack for some of the food the town folk had provided them with prior
to setting out. "You must be hungry no matter what!" He tossed the two boys his canteen and some
of the food - it was no better than basic rations really, but it would do.
As the boys chomped away, after a short while the group heard faint scrapes and bangs from down
the corridor, and were just about to go and investigate when a strange sight appeared back around
Presently a strange sight appeared - it had Zero's legs, but was otherwise a ball of metal,
leather and chain and other oddities. Before anyone could comment, the junk fell to the floor,
revealing a very red faced and perspiring Zero, who took the opportunity to put his hands on his
knees and take some deep breaths.
"That will be two gold, delivery charge, sir," he managed to cough sarcastically in Tradden's
"Excellent!" beamed Tradden. "Thank you Zero - right, let's see what we can do..."
Tradden then spent a few minutes fitting Offa with what he could from the armour collected from
the creatures that had defended the sarcophagi. Seeing what he was doing Khalin started on Bailey,
and by the time the two warriors had finished the two boys were lightly armoured - they had been
forced to discard the heavier pieces, but had managed to put together a passable set of defences,
including the helmets, which the boys struggled to keep from slipping over their eyes.
Tradden stood back, inspecting their handiwork. Now he saw them, their helmets continually slipping
over their eyes, we was not so sure his idea was that great. Armour was one thing, but there seemed
little point giving them one of the wicked, heavy blades used by the creatures - if the boys actually
came toe-to-toe with an enemy it wouldn't make any difference to the outcome. That said, he didn't
want to leave them completely defenceless, and if for no other reason he wanted them to have something
in their hands to give them some level of confidence - he knew he would rather have a weapon than not.
He looked again at the pile at his feet, noting two wooden points sticking out at odd angles.
"Hmm, can either of you use a bow, and if you can do you think you are up to firing them?"
The boys nodded. "Sergeant Valino made us do training, like the rest of the guard," said the elder.
"We've both been hunting before, so know one end from t'other."
They sounded bold and brave, but Tradden could sense they were uncertain. It's one thing hunting down
some rabbits with short bows compared to hobgoblins or worse. Still, they seemed to be willing and able,
and although there was uncertainty, they would do.