[Mithadan]

Mithadan buckled on his belt with his sword and a long knife hanging from their sheaths. In hidden sheaths in each boot he inserted a throwing knife. From his belt, he hung a soft leather pouch filled with tiny spheres made of metal. A second pouch held bandages and pins and was hung next to a coil of rope with a three-pronged hook. Over his shirt, he pulled on a thin vest of leather which he covered with chain mail. On each arm, he strapped a vambrace of bright steel. Supple leather gloves covered his hands. Over all was a grey cloak with pockets inside and out filled with knives and small tools. He considered, then rejected a buckler, then debated whether to carry or wear a helm. Soon, perhaps in a matter of days, he and his friends might find themselves in the midst of one of the evilest battles of all the ages. He had no intention of being less than fully prepared.