Snippet #2501461

Akernum Gate
7,002 BRT

"If you wish to speak with me, go into the third lift, with a maximum of three other persons -since I know not what you carry, more could be too much weight. If this agreement displeases you, shake your head at the messenger, and the lifts will go on without you, and you will be allowed to leave." Those were the words of the reply, written on the letter. Again, the punctuation and spelling needs a bit of work.

Weilacca looked around, and gave a little thought. Three other persons... "Morganovicz, you're with me. Everyone else stay on standby. Dactyls, prepare for defensive flight. I want three of you in the air by the time I reach the top." Weilacca, ordered. The soldiers gave their salute by banging their fists against their chest. Three dactyls prepared for liftoff, it was means of defense which should be outlined to their leader.

And so, Weilacca and Morganovicz walked into the lift. Weilacca kept his hand on the hilt of his sword, Morganovicz gripped his halberd.
The lift begun raising with a quick jolt, it was great craftsmanship. If only Weilacca brought his notes with him, he could easily copy this great device.

Once the three reached the top, three dactyls flew upward and kept hovering nearby the walls. The riders were equipped with bows and a large quiver of arrows. The dactyls had wooden panels strapped to their underbellies, the tail had iron spikes strapped around them.
"Ah, you must be the leader! I apologize for the dactyls, it's just a defensive maneuvour." Weilacca spoke out to the two people, directing his speech towards the one who was reading. The overly excited one seemed too much like how Weilacca is feeling, so obviously can't be a leader.