“I already had Dany arrange the stuff,” Marc explained. Marc grinned at Camven and proceeded to explain the theory of his idea as they walked further and further away from the camp, to where there was a pile of timber and tools and metal bars. “I’m willing to listen,” Camven insisted. It relies a lot on the principles of pendulums and.” He trailed off. “Well, the energy that sends projectiles flying from a catapult comes from the tension in the string, right? I figured that maybe we could get more force with a counterweight, if it swung down, and then the other end of a bar swung up, sending something at the end of the bar flying.
“How exactly will it work?” Camven look interested. “So thanks!” He sort of reminded Nehel of Aemilia when she was in a good mood. Dany didn’t really want to spare anyone for a flight of fancy, but she said that the two new guys might be able to help me out!” He gave them a thumbs-up. Needed a rogue to deal with some of the metallic work – because I haven’t got a clue – and a warrior to help with the heavy lifting. “I asked Dany to send me some people to try to make a prototype. Like, the size of boulders.” He splayed his hands wide, excitement clear in his face. But I figured, right, that – well, you know you’ve got your basic catapults, but they’re pretty small-scale? I figured that, because it’s pretty much impossible for us to do any kind of big damage against that dragon, that I might be able to figure out a way for catapults to work, but with bigger stuff. “I don’t mind.” He stood and beckoned for them to follow. I’m Nehel Adaris, and this is Camven Eloriel.” Camven waved. When they weren’t sure what to say, he giggled. Sounded a little Ciriane, but Nehel wasn’t sure.
“Hello! I’m Warden-Commander Marc: you’re who Dany sent to help me out, right?” He had a slight accent, also something unfamiliar in the voices of his siblings. His confident smile was something that Nehel couldn’t imagine passing the face of either Lavinia or Dominik. He was perching thoughtfully on an outcrop of rock, but looked up when he heard them coming. The staff on his back screamed ‘mage’, but he wasn’t wearing anything resembling either robes or armour, and instead was dressed in more casual wear, loose and plain. Marc Hoffmann looked almost identical to Lavinia, Nehel acknowledged when they found him on the fringes of the Grey Wardens Camp, so they must be siblings.
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