The flames around Bellant stopped quickly after his entrance. He paused as the heat in the room diminished rapidly, and soon, Magnus rushed in past him. “What-“ he began, and stopped as Magnus reemerged, this time with an older Teryn couple. They rushed out of the house. Bellant huffed. “What did I break the door down for, then?” He demanded, stomping back out after them.<br/><br/>It was hard to be bitter, though, when he saw the three humans clinging to each other. He sighed and blew out a puff of hot air. “Well, at least they’re all right,” he murmured.<br/><br/>“Bellant!”<br/><br/>He glanced up to see Larteis running up to him. “Why did you do that?” He demanded. “You could have been hurt!”<br/><br/>“Don’t be ridiculous,” Bellant snapped. “I’m impervious to fire, and I was trying to-“ he was interrupted as Larteis wrapped his arms around his neck. He paused, then, sighing, relaxed into it. “All right, you airhead, I won’t do it again.” He paused. “Unless it’s necessary.” Larteis glared at him and, defensively, Bellant said, “What?”<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Vasma snorted at Tarkus’ descriptors of Kamon. One of these days someone was going to take offense, and… Well, they would probably get punched hard enough to send them flying to Eridis, but the point stood. She watched Kamon approached, and, after his long winded explanation, she took the bag from him and sorted through the contents. She wished she had known he was haggling over charms- she would have been able to indicate what was actually useful. Although, this wasn’t a terrible selection. “Not bad,” she allowed. “Thank you, Kamon.” She tightened the drawstrings on the bag and tucked it inside her sleeve. “Are we ready to leave?” She asked the rest of the party.