There's an unexpected offer from the normally quiet foreigner. Yvonne raised an eyebrow at the man before grinning, taking up his arm to help her stand and lean on. That's better. What pride? If you're injured you should act like it, yeah? Anyway.

[b][color=#a4161a]"Just a sec, need to collect my sword."[/color][/b]

It had fallen nearby when she faceplanted earlier. On inspection it's as sharp as ever - good craftmanship. Probably unnatural, too. She wouldn't know, she ain't a mage. But Yvonne certainly made a good use out of it.

The trip was mostly done in silence, the mercenary stepped on a random skeleton that crumbled and inwardly hoped that Sparky wouldn't get them lost. Cant really tell until it's too late, but at least their leader looked confident. They moved on, one step after the other, and at the sight of the makeshift armoury Yvonne let out a long whistle.

[b][color=#a4161a]"Damn, that's some good shit they've got down here."[/color][/b] Make one wonder why the dumbfuck they crushed at the entrance earlier this morning only had makeshift bludgeons when there's entire arsenal of military-grade weapons here. Enough to arm an entire army. [b][color=#a4161a]"Dont mind if I do, heh."[/color][/b]

If she's in better condition Yvonne would've grabbed a whole bunch of the stuff, but as it stood she only nabbed a nice replacement mace for her old one. Hey, waste not want not. She'll get a nice good use out of it.