Grunthor's examination led to what was pretty much plastic feathering commonly seen in modern day arrows, even he knew of that, and thew scales became...metallic? But they weren't sharp. They could possibly be sharpened though, but they didn't need to be. They just needed to be strong, so he tried bending the hardened scales. Given their size he'd need a whole gaggle of of Eswir just to potentially get a shirt of scale, not that he had the first clue how to go about that. He was thinking about embedding them somehow into wood to make a crude flanged club of some sort. Sure his fists were his main weapon, as a human. But he was small, scrawny, and weak. He needed equalizers to level the survival field.

While the four were doing their own thing another two runts showed up, probably following the smoke trail and smell of cooking food. It seemed they snagged a Tatzelwurm and one of them had a better weapon than just a sharp rock and a thumpin stick. The one with the hatchet spoke, talking about going hunting with them. He didn't remembering hearing anything about Camazots, so why were they about to go bumbling into a cave to hunt them? Assuming it wasn't like a bear they could probably pig pile on it. Hell if they had a torch could probably blind it...possibly. He'd follow along with the others when they went.

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