Argurios sat there for awhile. tears falling down on his knees and hands. He tried to convince himself his father was alive, but something in him kept telling him his father, the old veteran orc, was dead and lost forever. This thought frightened Argurios. He slowly stood up. Looking around he noticed lots has changed. Though it seemed like meer moments to Argurios in truth quite allot of time passed by. He went towards where chatter could be. As he joined the group he noticed a new boy joined them, and that Brisa was ready to leav. He walked up to her. "Can you wait for me before you go. Id like to join you, I just need to gather some stuff." His voice was monotone and he spoke slowly. Turning around he went towards the old Autrys house. As he arrived he took his bow and quivers. 'Why take this bow, take the military bow.' He said to himself. With that thought he went towards his home. There he packed some clothes and took his father's travelling pack. Argurios was a strong lad, yet the pack all seemed to heavy for him. He unpacked certian metal tools, like hammers and such. Immediately the pack was lighter. He found some knives in the pack, which he decide to give to others. Argurios went to his father's room. He knew where his father had kept all of his war gotten treasure. Without thought autos took it all. With each passing moment Argurios began to become more confident. His mind was focused. He will find his father and the best way to do that was to go and search. Brisa knew magic stuff which made her a priceless companion. So he decided he will join her. Ayr he got everything he needed he went to the armory.
Strapping the pack on his back he confidently maetched out of the house. A small pouch of gold at his side. A large pocket shirt underneath all of the clothes full of gold. A pouch with oats, cheese and did meat hand at his left side. Beside the pouch wild gold a large quiver of arrows hung. In one of the quivers larger pockets metal balls in size of marbles were stored for the sling. In the pack there was a new leather crafting kit, a sleeping blanket;, couple of different knives. Water bag, maps, Flint and some other survival stuff any merchant had with him, when he was on the road. And Argurioss farthers leather winter cloak.
When Argurios came to the armory he was confident of his strength. Taking v the strongest of the boys he tried to pull back the string, but the bows strong curves didn't budge an inch. Argurios tried again, this times he put his full strength into it, but to no success. Demoralised Argurios put down the now and took the standard militia bow. It was of normal quality. But compared to Argurioss bow it was more than normal. Strapping it to his back Argurios went to pick his axe. For some time he serched around trying to find the right one. Then in the corner something wrapped in cotton blanket stood. Our of curiosity Argurios took it and unwrapped it. At first he didn't notice, then his eyes spread wide and his chin hit the floor. In his hands he held an old orcish axe. Well balanced and well made. It was clear that the weapon has seen battle before. And Argurios recognised it without a problem or doubt. This was his father's axe. Though it was heavy and large that Argurios had to hold it with bought hands and if he swung it he couldn't stop it, yet he took it. It was exactly as his father described it when telling his war stories. a surge of pride and confidence ran through Argurios as he held the axe to him. 'Now im definitely ready' He thought.
He came back to Brisa with a wide smile on his face. "I'm ready when do we leav and where do we go? " He asked almost jumping with joy. With his father's old axe.