"Hmm?"
Verc looked around the treasury room with a curious expression on his face.
-Arf!
Onyx barked in excitement as well.
The little shadow wolf darted ahead of him, his paws making soft thuds against the cool stone floor of the treasury. Verc let him down and the little pup immediately ran around the treasury, sniffing the wooden crates and the weapon racks as if he were inspecting the quality of the loot himself.
"Be careful."
Verc said as he stood up, watching the little creature with a small smile on his face.
The room was vast, filled with the spoils of battle that his people had gathered. There were racks of steel spears that gleamed under the light of torches, stacks of heavy shields, and piles of chainmail that smelled of oil and old leather. It was a stark contrast to the rough, handmade tools they had relied on when they first arrived in the forest.
Anyway, Verc focused back on his goal in coming here; finding his new weapon—SWOOOSH~!
