Morning came grey and mean over the mountains, and with it the day Trafalgar and Moses would climb to the mouth of the mine.
Trafalgar ran a last check on everything before he moved. The system window hung open at the edge of his vision, and the inventory tab laid it all out for him where only he could read it. The pieces that counted were there. His accessories first, the two rings that carried the heaviest weight of his loadout: the [Heirloom of the First Lord - Unique Rank] and the [Oathbinder - Legendary Accessory], the pair of them stacking a brutal amount of extra bite onto everything he threw. After the rings, his two oldest and most reliable companions. Obsidian Wings, the black armor that had carried him through worse than this. And Maledicta, his blade.
