<div class="floatleft">(https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjW1rL-H0J893nLLDjQpWwwNby21VHPqgVltm2JFpgKTSbn-6w4wVCi3fKWyr4UVdg78glfYO4U27wzYGEAq6UaJBrcZ2Xil-qhQ5SuSVy_cV_sP_wOuYGnmmB4Uin2XOIpALNu52gRzWtVULJbm1aZzaUSH7LQUYHGQ42Q2KSLVqRbiYDNHB44u2yz=w215-h320)</div>Carissa handed the weapon back to the scout. "<strong>My guess is it was made by the civilization you found. Excellent work.</strong>"<br/>She finished her beer and placed it on her small table. "<strong>We will head towards the city tomorrow after breakfast.</strong>"<br/><br/>Carissa sat down on the cot, her mind going over the possibilities. She hoped the civilization was human and knew of magic. The best case scenario would be a population that knew how they could get back. Carissa's company would learn from them and bring back the knowledge to their Lord.<br/>She would be careful approaching them. They might handle outsiders violently. She would be first to greet them and would have her soldiers ready. Steel against bronze would give them a powerful advantage. She would avoid a fight if she could.