>>5420687>>5420750>>5420899>"Naturally."You make your way past the ranks and files, taking the steps up out of the sand and walking down the colonnade. You hear the baying of hounds dimly from somewhere to your right, and it clicks that the city watch would have dogs on hand as well. Ass you walk, Ursanga tells you about the system of six-watch rotation between rest, training, and watch duty, and you realise your surprise inspection probably deprived some three hundred men of their time off. But then you can't always please everyone.
Ursanga halts in front of a door and slides the bolt into place, opening it. You follow him into a spacious room, dry and dimly lit by oil lamps. Racks of spears, shields, and maces line the walls and stand in rows throughout the centre. You see the glint of bronze spearheads, embossed pavises, and rows of helms.
"Right now," Ursanga says, having returned to his previous drawl, "there's only three spears to every two men, an' some ain't ben touched a long while. Knives an' maces, those are plenny, an' we've enough shields t'get by well enough. Helms, same as with spears, My Lord. It's metals we need."
He hands you a spear from a nearby rack and steps back. You heft the weapon, appreciating its balance.
>Inspect the bronzework.>Make a few practice thrusts.>WRITE-IN 