“Don’t be foolish,” Alaric admonished, tugging clothes from his drawers and tossing them onto the saddlebags. “Who else knows as much about this as we do?”
“Besides,” he said, feeling the smile stretching across his face as his mind began to race. “Think of it! We could be the first to explore this tomb! The first to examine its mysteries! Just think of what we could find!”
Dietz groaned again and collapsed back into his chair. “At least you’ve got a sword again,” he said finally, gesturing towards the rapier at Alaric’s side.
“Hm? Oh, yes.” Alaric patted the new blade fondly. Todbringer had made good on his promise, presenting Alaric with a beautifully crafted rapier. It was even finer than his old blade, both sharper and stronger. “I suppose it might prove useful.”
“You did say ‘tomb’, didn’t you?” Dietz asked after a moment.
“Yes, a tomb.” Alaric was trying to figure out how he had packed so many clothes into the saddlebags the last time. “Why?”
“Tombs are underground,” his friend pointed out. “Dark, tight spaces; your favourite.”
“Oh.” Alaric thought about that for a moment, and then shrugged. “I’ll manage. Besides,” he grinned at his companion, “if it gets too scary I’ll just send you.”
Dietz growled, causing Glouste to glance up. “Never mind, Glouste,” he told his pet. “You get used to him after a while… sort of.”
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