That has the lad brighten considerably. He hefts the tool in his hand, sliding the end of it into the pouch strapped around his thigh. He'll be needing it anyway once they get the cannons greased up.

For now, he dips back into the storage shed to find some rags, shaking them free of dust as best he can before he folds one up to soak one corner in the grease so he can work on some of the smaller areas.