Ego sum vultus pro sic dicta nobilis "Puck" cum cornu. Plus comperto ex his castris, et providere, nos non modo partum aut recreating nostra arma. Quid est ventus tam acuta omnis subita? )I am looking for the so-called famous "Puck" with the lantern. Plus finding out from these camps, they provide us with no way of creating or recreating our weapons. Why is the wind so sharp like a dagger all of a sudden?

Marius was getting more questions than answers and it frustrated him. It was like the gods wanted him to be frustrated or whoever ran this place.

Camps were littered with dead bodies. Surely, they would have weapons on them upon death, right? After searching for a camp, Marius found nothing worth talking about.

((Give it up, pal. you are being thrown for a loop and surely the goddess Summer would of showed you the way by now.))

*OOC note, in brackets is Marius's shadow.