The tunnel seemed empty, a cold wind whistling through it every now and again. It was in a side-alcove--nearly hidden from view, exposed only by a recent crumble of thick ice--that Comet would find the unusual: the skeleton of a creature, crumbled by age, curled in one corner. Its gemstone was no longer present, if ever one had been; by its side lay a strange, unfamiliar weapon.

This weapon was not unlike a mace, or a bat: a long, tapering length of stone, perhaps three feet from base to tip. Yet it had been carved, in one piece, with knobbled spikes protruding from it--a haphazard knapping, neither symmetrical nor in any pattern. It looked primitive, yet there was the faintest touch of magic to it. What that was, it would be hard to say. In the dim light of the cave it was barely visible at all--and heading any deeper, the cave would be pitch black.

The bones had belonged to a beast some seven feet tall, bipedal or capable, at least, of walking so; it seemed almost ape-like in its structure, with a blunt muzzle and thick teeth. It had once had fingers, perhaps used to grip, and carry, the weapon.

Which begged the question; how would the two Gembound carry it-?