Wings of Fury 2

The morning after the meeting Guillairme had awoken with the dawn, as was his habit, and set to work. He'd joined Sir Henri in prayer, asking in many small ways that the Gods safeguard the people on this expedition and take care of factors beyond their mere mortal control.

But the matter of a successful expedition was not one that lay solely with the gods, and so it was that before the group had assembled, before the dedication of this march to Mashele as they rode out of the city, Guillairme had bought an enormous rope net and secured it to the donkey with the rest of his supplies.

He took the rope net from Brulie now, as Sir Henri was being confronted, and quietly stepped over to Comete, motioning Grokzurl to come over as well. He did not whisper, but neither was he being loud as he entrusted the two with a particular task, offering the net up to the Armorsmith's keeping. "I do hope you'll forgive my silence on Sir Henri's plan, but he's been quite insistent that it remain a surprise," he gave a bit of a sigh. "Nevertheless, I've tried to plan ahead, so if things go wrong while he's...executing this maneuver, may I ask that the two of you assist me in deploying this?"