His first encounter with the tower came from a man, stuttering nonsense at the base of a large boulder at the shire,
“Sleep? Ain’t got non a that round ‘ere! You best be workin’ mate! An’ what ya’ think ya’ doin’ here anyway, sittin out in tha cold like it ain’t makin’ yer skin crawl ya little what’re think yer boulder does fer ya? Keep ya warm that boulder ain’t doon nutthhiin.”
It was true, between all his lolligagging, Lordy had neglected the presence of an excitingly evil evil tower in his midst. He checked again to see it if was still there.
Lordy began procuring his belongings, most important of which, and that which he was doubly certainly absolutely sure not to forget, was his sword. Often, Lordy was surrounded by a wealth of alternative gear- so much so that he seldom remembered which of it was actually important.
Red Leather Shield
“Nah- think I’ll one-hand this one.”
“Mm, definitely metal over hide.”
“Nope, padded instead. Never know when one may sneak.”
White Fur Hood
“Isn’t Black the new White now?”
Bag of Granola
Two halves watermelon
+12 Aglets of Fire Resistence
Wooden Training Sword
18 Rolls of Linen
Lordy Heads into the (Evil) Tower