Ssarak Dyreackthanose

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Ssarak pulled tight the straps on his armor, being sure each plate was well-secured to his body. There had been no question that he was accept the escort mission, regardless of the danger, so he went straight to preparing himself. It had been recently repaired, so it was in good condition. Before grabbing his weapon, he looked up at his axe in its now-permanent resting place mounted on his wall. The weapon he had carried for so long was broken in two in the middle of the haft. While it was true that he could have potentially repaired it, he had resolved that it was time for a new weapon. Besides, he did not place too much importance on an object's sentimental value. Even if it had belonged to his father, it was just an axe that carried no more importance than what he wanted to ascribe to it. 

His new weapon was two handed as well, with a head that had a hammer on one side, an axe on the other, and a spike in the middle. As a result, he could use it for cutting and bludgeoning. The spike was not something he would use quite as often, as it would be unwieldy as a spear, but it had its uses. He secured it into place on his back, then stored his helmet in his backpack along with some of his other supplies. He planned to wear it while on the road, but there was no reason to have it on while inside the college...or at least he hoped there would not be. He had everything he would need for the mission, so he made his way downstairs and into the courtyard, where he, Meirin, Alaira, and Darius were meant to meet the caravan driver .As it seemed he or she had not yet arrived, Ssarak took a seat on a nearby bench to rest before they set out.