Artimer could only charmingly smile at her when she caught him staring. Front or back he liked the view. Now if only he could get her with out that armor. At the thought his grin spread a little more but by now she was standing behind him as the moved on further up the hill of the city.<br/><br/>He looked upon the statue that had been destroyed by the dragon. He stepped closer to it as there was writing on the statue. A name, but before he could get a good look at it he was called of o look at the home that Clairissa had chosen. Stepping inside he looked around checking the roof the ground, the walls. Every thing seemed to be sturdy enough for the night. Giving a thumbs up he motioned for her to feel free to enter the home. He did not pay much attention to what she was doing as he started clearing the largest room of most of the debris to smaller room, leaving just enough wood to start a fire for warmth and to cook any food.<br/><br/>Once finished he walked back out the home to look at the statue once again. He brushed at the writing on the plague and read the name. Brecken Stormwatch, the lettering below was nearly faded but he could make out F..st .ra..n ....r. That was all he could make out of the small description below. He tried to go through any of his memories he had from his ancestors but nothing was standing out from them. He figured they were never here or were uninterested in the statue.<br/><br/>Walking back to the house he stood at the entrance, Clairissa was looking the away from the door. She had already started a fire and was cooking her meal. This time when she looked at him he had his charming smile in place and he did not try to hide that he had been staring again.