Snippet #2533343

Pravus

"Give him Andril's gold or else he will kill the hostages one by one."

The group was standing around in the commander's office at the time since that was where he last led them before that him, Randi and the holy man ran off. When they returned he was still just standing there, not doing much as usual. Of course the news of the bandit's threat was just more of the same, stuff that he really couldn't care less for. His duty is not to the living after all and these are but matters the living must put up with. Whatever little game the bandit leader was playing was just more nonsense he had no business in dealing with.

Of course, he wasn't going to bother voicing an opinion on the matter either. He didn't want to have to bother with this nuisance but he was less willing to suffer the consequence behind having people know that he can speak their language, the consequence being people talking with him. Ultimately he was going to go with the holy man regardless of the groups overall decision since he plans to learn his customs at some point.

He looked over at his shovel. He's used it to fight out of an absence of proper weapons but despite it's superior craftsmanship he would still prefer to wield a spear. It was too bad that this fort had no weapons to spare. He did hope they would find one he could use soon enough. A shield would also be nice. He was best using a spear two handed but without someone to hold a shield and stand in front of him having a shield of his own would be invaluable. Wielding a spear one handed and holding a shield was a viable fighting style which he had a fair amount of experience using. Some javelins would also come in handy but those are rather specialized since you can't just chuck spears and expect them to work just as effectively. Javelins had to be smaller, lighter yet still with some weight behind them for impact. He doubted he'd see those anytime soon. He just realized that while everyone else was discussing this hostage dilemma he was daydreaming about weapons and shields. Truly a soldier, even after death.