Guran spied the ends of what looked like a small leather pouch poking out of the top of Dumb Orc's breeches. Guran pulled out the pouch and opened it up. Inside lay ten gold coins and--when he counted--25 silver and 40 copper pieces.
Fulgrim picked up and inspected the greataxe. The blade was forged steel tipped in what looked like silver or perhaps adamantine; it was hard to tell, even in the good light shed by Spec. The haft was metal, with a pommel wrapped in leather. The weight of the weapon was superior, the craftsmanship good quality. The runes weren't in orcish or dwarvish, they were in the common tongue and bore good will toward the bearer, wishing him or her fortitude, strength of arms, and luck in battle. Fulgrim could make out part of a series of brass wire-inlaid runes down the haft that read: " . . . set down and sealed, for whose sake it was that the blade was first forged, that finest of iron, spiral-hilted, serpent-bladed . . . ." The dialect was, again, common. And old.