[center][h3][b][color=a187be]Lorenzo of Windor[/color][/b][/h3][hider=Gear]
- Three different cloaks. One black, one brown, and one lavender. (Not including a white one wrapped around Martyrdom) 
- Trusty Bow
- Quiver of Arrows, (24).
- A thick red blanket made by his mother.
- Two bones. [u][i](One chewed a fair bit)[/i][/u]
- The best beef jerky he had. [u][i](4/6 meals remaining)[/i][/u]
- Flask of mysterious beverage.
- Flask of water.
- 20 meters of fine quality rope.
- A modestly-wealthy sum of gold.
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[color=a187be]"Yes, let's."[/color] Lorenzo agreed calmly with the knight, patting his hound on the head for a job well done. [color=a187be]"Though, do you men think that this beaut can fit into the bottom of the tower? I don't think I want to risk the monster bringing about harm to it while we're in there."[/color] From the looks of things, the dog could [i]maybe[/i] squeeze in there, but it would definitely be a tight fit at the minimum, impossible most likely.

[color=a187be]"I'll gladly keep watch if it's otherwise. I'm not much good at stairclimbing, if my legs were any indication of such."[/color] If only he had use of his legs again, then this would be a hell of a lot easier of a time and job on him. Alas, he didn't, so he had to deal with what he was given. it wouldn't be so bad, hopefully.