The Big Damn Fight

Also Willhelm was deeply unsettled by the suit that he had found himself in. It was awkwardly tight in a way that he was unused to, and though he couldn't complain about its warmth, the entire outfit felt far too light. Worse still, he was missing his belts and the comforting weight of the weapons that came with them. Even the cape that served as both ward and sigil was missing. Looking around at the stark metal cages that surrounded him, the room seemed to be something between a barrow and a menagerie, but these cages seemed entirely devoid of the animals that he would have expected to see. Glyphs lined the side of each cage, and after a moment of meddling he figured out how to activate the latch to pull one open. Within it was a set of far more normal seeming clothing. Finally, some progress!

He began to loot the contents of the cage, throwing the cheap seeming cotton garments on the floor. Rifling through the pocketed blue pants yielded a small leather purse, but it had only a few undersized coins and scraps of paper, and so he tossed those to the ground as well. The second locker yielded similar results, although it also had a few shining packets with pictures of a bark-like thing scrawled over them. While the material appeared metallic, it tore easily and yielded a small block of some sort of ration. It smelled like nuts. While Also was not particularly hungry, he ate it to be polite.

After rifling through a half dozen similar cages, the warrior finally found his own clothing. He slid on his suit of chain over the tight outfit that he had found himself in, belted on his weapons, and then pulled the cloak over the ensemble. He added the coins that he had found to his own pouch and was pleased with the clinking that resulted. Finally ready, he made his way out of the room. He was ready for whatever foul sorcerer he had been sent to hunt down.