Sabine was suddenly hesitant once she had lead the injured warrior behind the lines. Normal arrow shafts were made of wood. They were easy to snap such that it could be pulled out without tearing the flesh too much more. This bolt was solid dwarven metal and there was no chance that she would be able to snap off its head. Sabine looked about herself and fished out a leather glove that she handed to the warrior. Sabine's other hand was already poised to pull the bolt through his leg. "Hold it in your teeth."

He would need it.

The scream from the wounded warrior was, thankfully, the only sound of suffering from the warband in the time it took to disable the remaining automatons. The oil fire burned down after a while, in time for the formation to spread out and ensure that the rest of the room was safe.

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"I wish I could tell you in detail..." Gallus tossed another knife, embedding it a fingernail away from his previous knife. "...but I don't know much about it. Supposedly, the dwarves used a lot of machines as well as magic, so there might be a lot more dwarven metal around. A tough metal, to be sure." Another knife throw, this time landing between the two previous. "Underground, old, strong. Similar to our old home, all things considered. Can't guarantee a bathhouse though." He chuckled. 

Gallus faced Peiter and shrugged. "Who knows? We might yet return to the Ayleid ruin in our lifetimes."

Once Peiter had finished tossing his knives, Gallus stepped up to retrieve his own. "So," Gallus resumed as he pulled the last one out. "Have you thought any more on what I told you on the way home from Elsweyr? About what you'd like to do with yourself? I've noticed you've been helping around with the clan here. You've been a great help."

While Gallus hated to push potentially uncomfortable issues on Peiter, they had to be worked through eventually. Getting him in a pleasant mood was the best time to broach him after all.