Welcome Aboard

The Warlord nodded his head thoughtfully. Bronze didn’t have anything of his own, and Sirius would need to rectify that. As they made their way to the training grounds - a cave, slightly elevated, that opened up into a large space. Lit with sconce that littered the walls. To one side was a table with a skin placed over the contents. To protect them from dust.

He pulled away the skin and displayed an array of supplies beneath. Some basic armour pieces, and an assortment of weapons. Some daggers that slid into bracers, claw tips, that sort of thing. “Take your pick, and I’lll speak to the blacksmith later and get something sized for you specifically.” He promised. Whatever bronze picked, is what Sirius would base the gift off. He settled down on his hunches, patient, and prepared to give Bronze time to sort through the supplies.


"Sirius Fatalis"