Thunk starts pulling out his goodies and placing them on the table. “Sounds like a fine idea. Here’s a couple of them pointy (piercing) arrows. I just found this net also. I gave them blue glowing rocks to our blacksmith to ponder over. I kinda miss the nightlight by my bed, but if you magic makers can make my sword swing harder... “. Thunks stomach let’s out a rather LOUD grumble. “Got any more of them fish sticks?“