Voradin raised his hands up into the air as a sign of retreat from this little vocal combat that formed out of nowhere, letting the axe fall back into his body. "Fair enough, fair enough. Just thought I would ask." He said with a small nod of his head as he grabbed the weapon and placed it on the table as he brought out a small piece of paper and signed his name on it placing it on the weapon. "Thank you." He said as he turned slowly and began his short walk out the door. He stopped for a moment as his hand clutched at the door frame. He looked back. "Perhaps...Would you like some help? I'm not as good as well...The dead man I can assure you but, I have some skill with a forge." He said as he spun back around waiting for a reply.<br/><br/>Dargon hovered over the forest looking around the various sights as he let his jade eyes trail over the woods and rocks. He sighed lightly before he made his way back. He had already seen all this numerous times and was now beyond bored of it. He listened to his gut instincts which told him another nap was in order. He ascended into the air as his copper wings lifted him gently through the gusts of wind. He landed softly on the edge of one of the ledges and perched himself there closing his eyes and letting the sun beat down on his skin and wings as he let the blissful feeling of sleep take him again.