Next he slipped his hands into his thick gloves and then placed his conical helmet with horse hair sticking out from the top onto his head. His armor, consisting of small, oval plates of mithril woven together over a shirt of chain mail jingled slightly with each movement. The leather hauberk und...
Janik turned around to regard the old wizard. Cyrus stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes on a far distant point. “You aren’t backing out now are you?” Janik asked. Cyrus casually shook his head. “When we approach the lair you must remain vigilant...
