Ntaaj looked at the boy with an evil eye. [b]"First, stop calling me sir. My name is Ntaaj, but you will be calling me captain."[/b] Ntaaj walked through the city, expecting the boy to follow as he explained his plan. [b]"I'm guessing you have a name too, but I'll be calling you boy until I think you deserve a title. Now you mentioned something about a wagon?"[/b] The boy then told Ntaaj that there are some goods in the wagon they could sell for money. This was good; Ntaaj could use that money to equip the boy and maybe get himself something decent. Like an actual war horse. [b]"Well, aren't you a crafty one. Fine then, we'll sell what's in the wagon and the wagon itself to get your geared up. You'll need a weapon, a shield, a helmet, and a horse. We'll also be needing supplies. Anything else is going to be extra."[/b] Of course Ntaaj would have rather used all the money for himself, but he wasn't that foolish. The boy was going to be more than useless if he couldn't fight, and he wouldn't last a second in battle if he didn't even have a knife.