Lyzrac laughed. "Is this how you treat all your friends? If so, remind me not to let you call me a friend" He walked over to the poor man Aria was holding. "So, your name is Sean. While you're at it, do you think you could fix two pistols for me?" He walks over to a nearby table, holds out both of his hands and conjures his pistols onto the table. At least what used to be his pistols. Now they just looked like a pile of scrap. "What do you think?"