"You guys sure took your sweet time," Mark exclaimed as the two walked into the storage room.
The books had been neatly arranged and sorted into what Mark believed to be magic, weapon, and skill training. During their absence, he had taken it upon himself to look for more artifacts, venturing into the upper floors and raiding every packrat nest he found.
He had gathered weapons, ranging from medieval times to the present day. Behind him lay piles of shields, necklaces, swords, spears, more books, and guns—all of which glittered like treasure, as pack rats liked shiny things.
"I thought you didn't bully the weak," Leo teased as he noticed the miscellaneous items behind, items he believed could only be in the packrat's nest.
"I didn't kill any of them..." Mark retorted.
