"So, what do you want us to do?"
With a slightly angry but determined face, Spike steps forward to confront me about his role.
"Well, do you have any preference in weapons? Have you fought before?"
"I have not fought before. As for preference in weapons, I wouldn't know."
"Then take this goblin club. Just swing it at anything that moves in front of you when we are in a fight. That goes for your sister as well. She needs to be able to defend herself with her own weapon."
"Okay."
Spike grabs onto the club somewhat hesitantly. His anxious eyes move quickly between me, his sister and the club.
"What now?"
"Now? Nothing. We search through the encampment, see if there is anything we can take, and move on to the next one."