"What are you doing?"
Ambo asked, as Bull Bull strapped the meticulously crafted veteran's one-handed hammer to his waist and readjusted the heavy shield on his back. He grinned cheekily and replied:
"I'm rallying people."
"Rallying people? What do you mean?"
Ambo, mounting his horse and draping his scout cloak on his back, asked curiously:
"Is that some lingo from your hometown?"
"Yes, it means to get people to help."
Bull Bull also got on his mount, an army horse gifted to him for escorting Major Fraser back to the Pioneer Fortress. Although it wasn't as good as the demon hunting mounts tamed by witch hunters through secret methods, it was docile and loyal, making it a pretty decent vehicle for adventurers.
"Your companions probably won't suffice."
Ambo adjusted that pirate-like eyepatch of his, and said:
