The weapons!

[ He is useless he is so useless and it feels terrible. The creature is snarling, trying to get around the board, and all Flynn can do is watch for others, his eyes wide. His hands once itched for a sword, but he has nothing to hold and no idea how to use it anyway. ]

We had some, but they were lost in the storm, or in— whatever this is, and these certainly weren't a problem before— behind!

[ Hopefully he's useful as a lookout??? ]