Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160821223735

Bale folds his arms. "Welp, there's the cannon.  I figger we can take four of 'em if we take only light shot.  We can get them pulled up to the ramps and get the animals yoked..."

"Dragging those with us is a waste of time," Melandil says. "It will quadruple the time needed for travel, possibly even more.  If we do not get to a safe place, everything will have been for naught, and the enemy will get the Codex."

"What's so special that this Conrad character wants it so bad?" Dee asks. "We haven't been able to read it for thousands of years.  Why does he think he stands a better chance?"

"We have no idea," Ibrahim says. "You tell us.  Why is it locked in the vault?"

"It's the history of our people," Bale says defensively.

"But if you can't read it, what good does it do?" Ibrahim growls.

Lucida stays silent. She clutches the Codex a little tighter. It's not an enormous book,  but it is very large, ornate, and a fine example of Dwarven craftsmanship.

"I just want to go back," she says.