Enemy Steel

We've got a little time now. I propose that we do not let it go to waste. There's another way we can help the fighters.

For as long as I've been here, every night I've heard the flapping of wings and the muffled sound of voices. For a while I had no idea what was happening. Then I noticed that the draconids were returning to the scene of the day's battle and were digging around for something. At first I thought that they were gathering the bodies of their comrades for some kind of foul farewell ritual. After a while I figured it out. They scour the field for the swords of fallen tribesmen.

Let's follow their example, only instead of following, let's go out before them and gather up all of their weapons so that they can't be used against us.

Wow! What a haul! It truly was a grand battle. Many draconids were slain.

We'll melt these swords down. Let the draconids arm themselves with sticks!