No Good Option

"Where do we get weapons like that?" Liam asked, pointing to Draven's staff. They had all gotten some much needed rest. Though it was fitful for most of them waiting for this Leviathan to come back and attack. It seemed that the last one must have injured it more, but it was also closer to getting in. Time had passed now and the sun was up. So it was a little bit of a race against the clock once more. 

"One you train, two I only have access to a limited supply of them. Those that are imbued with magic I can use to call them to me. I'd prefer people not running around with dangerous weapons when they are untrained. Maybe later." Draven stated and Liam eyed him.