Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140918005000/@comment-11457306-20140920154429

(Surely they would not let Vol keep his bow?  We are supposed to be left helpless in the desert.  Even if we get out of our bonds, creatures and thirst would kill us.)

Harridan shook her head when Rhiannon offered her a shiv. She began to remove bits of armor and fit them together. Most of the pieces appeared to be purely decorative but when assembled, she had a small crossbow. She pulled a bolt off the skirt of the cuirass. It had looked like just a piece of decorative metal until she loaded it into the shaft.

Brihanna looked at her with envy. "I want you to show me how you did that."

"Sure," when we get back. "I'll take you to the smith who made it for me and fit it into the armor.

A button on the inside of her guantlets caused razor sharp claws to pop out from just above her knuckles and she slid a garrot out of a groove in her thigh guard.

"Anything else?" asked Rhiannon.

"That'll do for now," responded Harridan.

Rhiannon chuckled.