Al and Peter at the Armory

This is a complementary piece for this week’s comic.  A little bit of prose that I couldn’t fit into the script.  Enjoy.

 

The steward pulled the sword from the sheath and rapped it with a fingernail.  The blade gave off a bright ‘tang’ sound.

“A sturdy weapon,” he said to Algerbane as he returned it to its sheath.  “A good steel blade–it should serve you well.”

He handed it to the wizard, who measured its weight in his hand before drawing out it himself.

“I hate the thought of carrying another item,” he said as he eyed the shining sword, “but I have no choice.”

He proceeded to attached the sword to his belt as Peter approached.  In his hands he cradled a blue bowling ball.

“Eh–absolutely not,” Algerbane snapped.  Peter grunted sorely and dropped the ball like a spoiled child.

“I would think you’d be eager to pick out a weapon,” the wizard said.  “Humberg here can certainly find one to suit you.”  He motioned to the steward, who began to enthusiastically pick out swords for the dwarf.

“No, no, no–not a sword!” snorted Peter.  “You can’t crack open open a rib cage with that.”

The steward paused.  A sickening look passed over his face.  He turned green.

“‘Crack open a rib cage’?” Algerbane repeated.

“Aye, do it all the time,” answered the dwarf with a nod.

“Unless you mean the ribs of a chicken–I must disagree.”

Peter grunted again.  “Just take me to the axes!”  He shuffled after the steward as Algerbane called after them, “Yes Humberg, the rib-cracking axes!”