AN:Hello reader, sorry to disappoint but this chapter was done in a hurry because of the exams I have to take, the next chapter will be full of action and will add a new enemy inspired by dnd. Thank you for your attention and enjoy reading.
Chapter 15
In that night Jak was sanding with her back at the wall and was looking at the cells sealing.
"Can't sleep?" asked Kael approaching the bars of his cell.
She turned her head toward him, her expression half-hidden in the shadows. "Not just that" she responded, her voice carrying a hint of weariness. "I can't stop thinking about tomorrow. I just hope that we do not leave this place with lest people then before."
"Just a advice, don't wary that much about this , we know what we got owes self's in to." says Kael turning back and putting himself on the bad"go get some rest, you are not useful when your tired"
"You say that but…" she stooped.
Kael already lying down, his arm draped over his eyes to block out the dim light. His breathing slowed, steadying into the rhythm of sleep—or at least the best semblance of it he could manage.
The next morning, the heavy steps of the guards served as an unwelcome alarm clock for the group. Their boots clanged against the stone floor, echoing through the dimly lit dungeon. Behind them, a rickety cart squeaked and groaned under the weight of old, rusted equipment.
"Here is the gear that you will use." Barked the guard "Sher it as you see fit"
Marcus let out a frustrated sigh, stepping forward and sifting through the pile. "Scraps... just as expected."
Kael knelt beside him, picking up a sword. He tested its weight and balance, frowning. "Better than nothing, I suppose."
Fila retrieved the bow and examined the arrows."Jak, you take this."
Kael takes a stick with a dagger and engrave a rune on it then passing it to Fila. "Here you go, and you gays take the armor." The group change a brief look before locking at the pill of garbage that the guards have selected for theme.
Marcus rummaged through the pile, pulling out a battered breastplate. "I'm taking this."
"I'll take the graves," Fila added, slipping the worn metal over her legs.
"I'll take the elbow cop," Jak said, securing the small piece of armor to her arm. "Kael, you take the gauntlet."
Kael nodded, strapping the gauntlet to his forearm. It was far from perfect, but it would have to do. The group exchanged glances before starting to fallow the guard to said mission.