Once at the inn, Magnus' first course of action was to help his parents settle into the room Sheo had given him. They had already been in the midst of a meal when their home was attacked, so food wasn't on their focus of things to get that night. The elders were relieved they were alive, and even more so that Magnus was safe and unharmed, discounting the stabbing he'd taken earlier in the day. Both of them managed to sleep easy, and Magnus headed back to the main room to join the others. The box of things saved from the flames had been put to rest on one of the tables, so after unlacing the damaged metal and leather that was covering him, he sat down to look through it all.<br/><br/>His sword, shield, and backpack of travel supplies had been thrown in foremost, and much to his relief, so had a painting of himself and his family after that. The simple fact that not every heirloom they owned had been destroyed in the fire eased his mind, and with a light smile, he carefully moved the painting aside to see what was under it. A bag, containing as much of the family's money as they could grab, was resting below. Not nearly enough to replace everything, but on the road, it would be an extremely useful supply. But next to that, something caught his attention. One of the rapiers he had forged, and had been attempting to sell that morning before everything went to hell.<br/><br/>Carefully, he pulled it from the box and slid it out of its sheath. It was the one forged from the Dvergar's common metal, golden orichalcum. A fine material by any right, but for a rapier, it made the piece more useful as a ceremonial or decorative sword. The balance was wrong, it was too weighty, and the basket itself weighed about as much as an entire steel sword. While the weapon could still see some use as a slashing weapon, proper stabbing with the thing wouldn't be the easiest thing to accomplish. He slid the sword back into its sheath, and a thought crossed his mind.<br/><br/>He put the box's lid back on, but kept the sword. The weapon was taken to the table Avis was sitting at and placed on its top. "Hey," He began, still holding the smile he'd put on during his investigation of the box. "Sorry about everything that happened earlier, I know you only came in for business. I didn't mean to drag you, any of you, into all of this." He slid the sword forward a little, and continued to speak. "And it turns out at least one of those swords you were looking at survived, so I'd like you to have it. Just a little 'thank you' token, you know?" He was grateful for everyone's aid, but Avis had been in the shop for business that morning. He figured she deserved to get at least one of the things she'd shown some interest in, even if the sword was the least well-balanced among the collection. It did at least look very nice, and could make a nice display mounted on a wall.<br/><br/>At Othin's approach, Magnus turned his gaze towards the Jotun as he began to speak. He recognized him; it was hard to forget one who bore such a unique visage. Help was always a welcome offer, and with a slight nod, he continued to listen to the stranger's explanation. It was a reasonable one. Strength came in numbers, and Othin had already proved he had an impressive amount of magical skill when he aided them previously. At the request, Magnus nodded once more and gave a larger smile. "We could use the help, you're more than welcome to come with us. I'm Magnus, by the way." He held out a hand for a shake, a simple but near-universal gesture of agreement and trust.