“Where are we, if i might ask?” Four hovered just above kat’s head glancing around in the dully lit caverns. “My hoard. I remembered how to get here. Now. Salem had a point, those spikes won’t hold very long even with super glue. so. I’m gonna give you a new shell... if i can find someone to forge it.” “You were listening?” this seemed to surprise the Ghost, slowly following his Guardian. “Of course i was, i pay attention. whether i actually follow that information is another story.” She grinned “Actually, we’re here so you can pick out your next shell’s design.” “Pardon? what do you have here that could translate to a shell?” “well, I have many golden era things. that includes, these.” She shouldered open a large stone door leading into an armory, a large range of medieval to modern weaponry lined the walls.
Impressive items kept in near pristine condition in the solitude of a dry cavern locked off from the rest of the world. “Specifically, over here, these morningstars. maces. clubs. brows your way through, and find one you like. we’ll figure out the how, later.” Four was speechless. he had no idea his Guardian had such a collection, nor was he expecting her to share with him. All the same, after a few seconds he floated forward, slowly examining each of the brutal looking weapons. However, soon enough, he paused at one, a round shape with rather stubbed spikes. “This one?” Kat stepped forward, gently lifting the weapon from where it hung against the wall and weighted the business of it in one palm. “Yes, I believe so, it seems like it’d lend well to a Ghost shell.” Four nodded himself in affirmation. “Alright. Then we just gotta find someone to forge it. Bet you a week’s glimmer Spider knows a guy.” She reached out, grabbing her Ghost before vanishing through a shadowed portal. “C’mon let’s go bother him.”
