Urist was vaguely aware of a man on a wall speaking to him, something about temples and demons and travelers.<i>Mining fer demons? Mining fer templ's? None o' them comes from the ground, an' none o' them's gold...</i>he thought, almost loud enough to hear.<br/><br/>He paid this man little heed until he glanced up and noticed the glint of metal.<i>A bow'a some kind? Damned, 'adn't 'spected ey'd be this prepared.</i><br/><br/>Urist drew back his axe into a rather ineffectual block, confident that he could stop an arrow or a bolt.