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"Good riddance, if I see that goon again it'll be too soon." Peter muttered to himself. He was panting from the amount of energy it took to make his fireball. "Anyone got a cold drink, or want it?" He sat down where he stood wiping sweat from his brow and gave a thumbs up to Mr. Belvedere.


Soran took a deep breath, only to cough on it because of the burning heat. This seemed to wake him just slightly though his head pounded hard. He gave a groan, shifting slightly to reach up and touch the wound over his eyebrow.Tristan glanced down at Soran, "Don't move, we will get a healer here to take a look at your wounds. I promise he will be better than I was." Tristan smiled

Soran smiled lightly, "Hey, what do you mean by that? Look, the bandage held up great," he coughed again, clearing his lungs of the heavy heat, "Damn... is he gone?" Soran looked around and was satisfied to see that Yakosa was indeed not there anymore. He frowned a bit, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come to your home. I didn't think he would follow me here."

Tristan shook his head, but his father spoke out before he could, "There is nothing for you to apoligize for, attacks like this happen in our world. Its not the first time the house needed renovated, in fact I don't think that was the worse attack." Tristan paled slightly as he knew what his father was talking about. "We should go, until the healer arrives, Soran can have the guest room. Everyone else can go to the kitchen, drinks and food would probably help the most."I shall go free the females...god willing they will be to tired to ask alot of questions."

Without a word, Rethyn turned and with a small wisp vanished from the rather devistated area to the kitchen. During that battle he felt next to useless or perhaps just useless. With the weakness shining bright he had to leave to scene. Even though he wouldn't be alone for long in the kitchen it was better than standing around.

Peter paled slightly at Mr. Belvedere's statements. "Not the worst?" He said tiredly. "I don't wanna know." He tiredly got up and wandered towards the kitchen. His eyes went wide at the mention of the females. "Oh no..." He had to reach the kitchen before that happened.

Grayson had already stood and helped Alauric off the floor. He then went to help Tristan with Soran, but Tristan waved him off, getting to his feet and kneeling to get under one of Soran's shoulders. "Let me know if I need to slow down."

"Hu? W-what...?" Soran stuttered as Tristan's arm came around his shoulders. "Going to carry you to the guest room, unless you can walk on your own." Tristan answered trying very hard to keep the grin off his face.

Peter tiredly reached the kitchen and looked around for food or drink and spotted the fridge and goes to see if any drinks are in there. "Root Beer? Come to daddy!" He said to himself with glee and took a can."Young man," Alauric again was standing there, "Do you know that little rule about power, its the same for the fridge. Never without permission." Peter froze where he stood, shuddering in nervousness. "Sorry. forgot my manners." Alauric was trying not to laugh, "Go ahead, you've earned it."

Peter sighed in relief as he proceeded to open the can and drinking a bit of the soda to finally wave off the thirst that developed from the heat of Yakosa's flames, coupled with his own flames. "Fire is a harsh thing, even if you use magic with it." He muttered to himself.Grayson entered, "Everything is secure, unfortunely the barrier isn't going to repaired tonight." Alauric nodded because he had already known this, "I will take first watch, and wake you later." Grayson understood that order as to mean to let the younger people sleep. He nodded and left the room. Alauric stood and stretched, "I don't remember it being this much fun the night I became a seer." He smirked in Peter's direction, "You guys can go stay in rooms down the other corridor. Have a good rest." Alauric left the kitchen toward the front of the house and planted himself in view of the outside.

Standing in the corner of the kitchen, Rethyn breifly looked at the soda before going over to one of the tables to take a seat. He was still feeling the strain from his travels. Crossing his arms, the young man lowered his head to his arms as he seemed to doze off almost instantly.