Re: Part 13 - Of Death and Heroism
Galdean laughs, "That, my friend, would be a matter of personal choice and normal practice. I would suggest the sword, but that would be because my order has always used the sword, it being the favoured weapon of Muir. Now Fergus, over there, he looks like an axe man to me, judging by the easy way he bears his. He looked a sight less comfortable strapping that sword at his hip. Aaaah... damn it!" The knight pauses for a moment, balancing on one leg while he flexes the other.
"Forgive me ladies, my knee freezes from time to time, and causes me some little pain."
"Now, where was I? Oh yes... I would suggest using the weapon that you feel most comfortable and proficient with." A smile then, albeit a little rueful, "Given a choice, all else being equal, always use the tool that you know best. Anything else would be folly, to my mind."
Colwyn grins, "Bein' give a choice, I's reckonin' as it'd be folly not ter be choosin' some other cove ter be doin' yer fightin', an' let 'im be pickin' what he wants ter be usin'." The rogue thinks, briefly, before adding, "Either that, else a good bow an' a arrow what's been dipped in snake poison."
And so they continue on foot, walking along the rutted excuse for a road, as it leads deeper into the shadow-shrouded forest.
And, after about an hour, they come into a clearing which lays against the base of a cliff. There is an opening in the cliff, too even to be natural, and an assortment of broken, decrepit carts, barrows and tools lay scattered here and there outside the artificial cave. Rubble is piled on either side of the dark aperture.
"I's reckonin' as 'ow that'd be the mine." Colwyn suggests, helpfully...