Tank returned wearing light brown pants, no undershirt, a puffy gray vest, and a long black cloak. But the element of his outfit that stood out the most was the massive sword he was carrying on his back that was as wide as I was.
"Gald, I wasn't using this, huh?" Tank joked as we headed back to the wagon.
"Where did you even find a sword like that?" I questioned.
"Found?" he roared with laughter. "No Wolf Beastmen worth their fur would ever use a sword not made from their own two hands. It took a whole year to make her. My Guillotine!"
"Oh? So you made that monster. And what a name, Guillotine."
"Thank you, Ash. Maybe one day I'll let you try and use it."
"I think I might pull a muscle just thinking about it."
"Will the two of you stop nerding out about swords and get in!" Elaine y
