<div class="floatright">(http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb117/hopefox17/Marano1.png)</div>Katul finished assembling a crude setting for the sword, bow and quiver on his leather harness, then shrugged it back onto his chest. Suitably armed, he now looked the part of a nomad warrior properly. Or at least as much as he could without a horse between his legs.<br/><br/>He gestured generously to the pile of leather armour he left on the cavern floor. "It's all yours, then. I'd check it for insects and things before you put it on, mind you. Who knows how long it's all been sitting there? Good work with that switch. If we all keep working together like that, we'll be out of here in no time."<br/><br/>He made a couple of trips into the alcoves to haul out the rest of the food that Cael and Three had started moving, making much better time with his prodigious strength and greater size. He then consulted with the cooks and went hunting for the utensils they needed.<br/><br/>"We're doing alright, I think," he said, unslinging his bow and pondering Three's suggestion of getting it properly oiled. "We have weapons and armour and food, and some tools. Once we've all eaten, I say we separate into two groups, and explore these two exits. We can check back at this cavern every so often, I suppose, in case one of us finds the way out. We should mark the path we take..."<br/><br/>He snapped his fingers and grinned. "With grease. If we can boil down some grease from the meat, we can use it to mark arrows on the walls as we go along. At least that way, it won't be washed away by dripping water."