Instead of the path towards the meeting chamber from the day before, Reginald turned down a flight of long stone stairs. Torches set in the walls at regular intervals provided light to what would otherwise be a very dark place indeed. The stairs opened to into a very large room filled to capacity with a dizzying array of weapons and armour; the castle's armoury.
Various men were scurrying about, presumably maintaining the many weapons, but one stood out; Warmaster Gryl. The man strode over towards them with a confidant gait, a grim expression souring his face.
Reginald spoke first, "Gryl, give these two whatever they need. They wish to challenge the monster."
Warmaster Gryl's jaw dropped momentarily, before he quickly composed himself and said, "You were lucky enough to survive the forest once. Are you sure you want to flaunt your luck in fate's face: Not only return, but with the intention of slaying the monster?"
