"For blades, yes. For your firearm, perhaps? We have some oil for our swords if that helps. This way." In the living room there's a small trunk with various cleaning supplies for weapons and the house in general which Fjord opens for Percy. "Help yourself."
He never asks much, doesn't push for information on the veritable stranger in his home. It's not Fjord's habit to roast people when they seem exhausted and genuinely good, so he just nods upstairs.
"You'll want to pass out soon, I imagine. I'll grab you some blankets in case you'd like to take a nap down here before Vax gets back."
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"For blades, yes. For your firearm, perhaps? We have some oil for our swords if that helps. This way." In the living room there's a small trunk with various cleaning supplies for weapons and the house in general which Fjord opens for Percy. "Help yourself."
He never asks much, doesn't push for information on the veritable stranger in his home. It's not Fjord's habit to roast people when they seem exhausted and genuinely good, so he just nods upstairs.
"You'll want to pass out soon, I imagine. I'll grab you some blankets in case you'd like to take a nap down here before Vax gets back."