rabbitzoro

 "You've got to be kidding me!" Ashton's face was flushed, panic clear in his voice. He flapped both hands uselessly in midair as if that could somehow ward Bowman off. Dias knew better. Dias knew that nothing less than the threat of immediate violence could ward off that fast-talking snake-oil salesman. Even if Ashton could admit that to himself, though, there was no way he'd ever put that knowledge to good use. "I'm no weaponsmith, I haven't worked a forge since I was twelve, I-I only ever helped my father repair his armor and stuff! All I did was carry coal and, and hand him things!" "Yeah?" Bowman's grin spread like he'd won something;