Dorisma examined the armory with little luck, all she could find was a wooden buckler that already looked just about ready to break, but something was better than nothing after all. She strapped it onto her left arm and turned in her slip quickly returning to the head of the slowly assembling caravan, opting out of conversation as Dorisma felt there was nothing important to say. She took a seat and waited for the village to began moving, eager to get this underway.