[color=f7941d][i][b]Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe[/b][/i][/color] He only grunted at Takeshi offer and took it up, the steamed rice and grilled fish was passable. Fish in particular was something new as he had only known the vast steppes and open land. So fish was a luxury to them. Too much bones in his opinions however as he picked a fish bone between bites. Still, it seemed that they'll head out tomorrow as everyone decided to lick their wounds. Gringor can only pushed that annoyance away as he finished his meal before turning in for the night. With night passing and a dreamless moment, Gringor woke up, prepared himself as he washed, maintain his weapon and armor, something he never really knew about but was determined to do. Idly, he wondered who else knows until one person came to mind. With that, he wore the stolen Varjan armor and headed out into the dark cloudy day. Tromping around, he found his quarry and greeted the person with a raised weapon before resting the axe against his shoulder. [color=f7941d]"Ready for the fight, underboss?[/color]" He said to Takeshi before turning to Reveul and pointed to his own armor. [color=f7941d]"How to maintain armor? Only know leather and bone. Also, how to make more?"[/color]