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Max's smile faultered as she heard Ishmael's retort to her comment, though made no effort to reply. He knew what she had meant, she was only contributing and he was being pedantic about it.
"$5 isn't a serious bet," she muttered as Ishmael took his leave, arms folding as she watching stalk off back to his cabin again, Sage calling after him about materials. She turned her attention back to the other boys as she was invited along to Lucas's tour of the camp. Well she couldn't expect Sage to do all the question answering that there was bound to be on this tour. They didn't have long before they were supposed to be in the Arena, and Lucas seemed to be anxious to find himself a weapon pretty soon. Smart kid. There would be plenty of time to show him around the place later. The armoury was probably the best place to start and it was possibly one of her favourite places within camp, other than the vast forests that surrounded them.

She took stride beside Lucas as Sage seemed to lead the way to the Arena and the shack that they called the armoury.
"So do you remember much of what happened with the minatour?" She asked, wondering if his injuries had affected his recollection of the evening at all. It would've been nice to hear what actually happened to him as well, rather than the stories she had heard from other members of the camp.

When they reached the shack of weapons, she couldn't help but wander off a little to explore the weapons more herself. Even if she had a bow of her own that was specially crafted, she was still interested in the vast array that was supplied in this one small space. She would take a blade from where it was hung every so often, testing its weight and observing its condition. Max would then check where the boys were, not straying too far as she wanted to see what kind of weapon Lucas would choose for himself.