Zaeren
Zaeren listened to the onslaught with no real change. It took him by slight surprise, which caused his eyes to widen at first, but that was about it. He didn't really see the point in arguing with a weapon. It was just an item, a spunky item, but just an item. It held no true power without a master. He let it finish before looking at Bri with an expression of 'what do I do about that thing'. He technically could do something about it, but he wasn't sure if Bri would like it or even want him to. It was also somewhat mean and may or may not cause the weapon permeant harm.
He instead finally nodded and opened the door to his home as he finally came to it. True they were wet, but honestly it wasn't that big of a deal. He walked over to a table where many stones rested and grabbed two giving them to the girl. One was an air stone, and the other a fire stone. It would help her dry off in record time so she wouldn't be uncomfortable in wet clothes. Then he walked over to where a chair stood with a pelt draped across it and picked it up. The pelt was in shades of black, red, and gold. He tossed it to her. "Here, try to get varm. It vill help your mood," he told her. His home for the most part was really simple with the basic furniture and a lot of pelts. The pelts were mostly made by him. Each one held it's own story. On the wall above an unused fireplace was the skull of a dragon. It was mounted with it's mouth slightly agape as if it was getting ready to breathe fire one last time, but no skin, muscle, or eyes, only bones remained as it rested there.
The rest of the house almost seemed like a new house built but never lived in. He never seemed to be here. It was only rare, and only because he was returning from a long trip. He could portal home, but he figured he shouldn't bring his guest there. His other family members might not agree with him on that. He watched her wondering what she was thinking. "So vat all do you need? As you can see I have tings, but zis is just one of my spare houses zat I and my siblings use vhen ve're out and about doing our job." He looked at her. He knew she needed help or so her weapon seemed to imply. It was clear he wasn't in a playful mood. Then again he rarely was ever in one.
He instead finally nodded and opened the door to his home as he finally came to it. True they were wet, but honestly it wasn't that big of a deal. He walked over to a table where many stones rested and grabbed two giving them to the girl. One was an air stone, and the other a fire stone. It would help her dry off in record time so she wouldn't be uncomfortable in wet clothes. Then he walked over to where a chair stood with a pelt draped across it and picked it up. The pelt was in shades of black, red, and gold. He tossed it to her. "Here, try to get varm. It vill help your mood," he told her. His home for the most part was really simple with the basic furniture and a lot of pelts. The pelts were mostly made by him. Each one held it's own story. On the wall above an unused fireplace was the skull of a dragon. It was mounted with it's mouth slightly agape as if it was getting ready to breathe fire one last time, but no skin, muscle, or eyes, only bones remained as it rested there.
The rest of the house almost seemed like a new house built but never lived in. He never seemed to be here. It was only rare, and only because he was returning from a long trip. He could portal home, but he figured he shouldn't bring his guest there. His other family members might not agree with him on that. He watched her wondering what she was thinking. "So vat all do you need? As you can see I have tings, but zis is just one of my spare houses zat I and my siblings use vhen ve're out and about doing our job." He looked at her. He knew she needed help or so her weapon seemed to imply. It was clear he wasn't in a playful mood. Then again he rarely was ever in one.
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