She observed that he thought a lot, maybe that was good. It was a nice observation, then again, she might just be keeping a closer eye on him now. Not that he planned on doing anything stupid, so it didn't very much matter. "Thank you." He repeated, although this time it was at her suggesting he thought a lot. "Though, if I really was using a head I wouldn't have let others get the jump on me. I was under the impression that nobody would be brave enough to wander out during a storm. Guess I was wrong. On several accounts." He remarked. Normally he wouldn't have gone out anyway, but when orders from the king were present, there wasn't much for discussion. At least not when they were public orders. "I can't thank you enough for rescuing me. I swear, one day I will find a way to repay you for your kindness." He said, making it a promise in his mind.<br/><br/>"I'm regretful to tell you that when it comes to the dragon, it isn't my call. I've never really had a chance to interact with a dragon. For all I know, they're wildly misunderstood. But it isn't my choice to be hunting it. It's just something I've been sent to do." It was a valid fact that Brutus wasn't much more than a very high up errand boy. But it was an honor in most people's point of view, so Brutus decided to just appreciate what he had. It was at that moment she touched the bowl of water. He put his bowl of curry to the side and hesitated for a moment. Humans using magic wasn't unknown, but it was rare, and there was always an explanation. He jerked back for a moment, before relaxing as she'd asked. "Sorry... instincts and all that..." He said. There would be no reason for her to harm him, surely. If they wanted that, they would have just let him die.<br/><br/>His wounds felt like they had never existed moments later. His eyes widened at the sudden massive relief from his entire body. "My kindest thanks... again." He said, sincerely. He moved his arms just to feel his body move, pain free. She remarked on his powers, he felt the least he could do was provide an explanation. "Elven blood. Somewhere. At least that's the theory at the moment. My father has it, so does his, and his before him." Brutus explained.  She made a comment about the dragon once more. "I have no intentions of hunting the dragon among your presence. I owe my life to this town. I have to hunt it still, but I wouldn't dare do it in the presence of any of you." He made it clear. It was saddening in a way, he didn't want to have to go after the guardian of his saviors. But he didn't have a say.<br/><br/>"Listen, I-" His words were cut off by the sound of a sudden loud crash. Then dead silence for a moment, until another crash was heard, and another, then another, screams echoing after each of the three. A mans head poked into the tent. "Catapults are being fired, and arrows with fire are being shot at huts! We're under attack, we have to run! The walls are breached!" He yelled in, running away afterwards. Another crash was heard, and marching in the distance became slowly audible. Was that possibly the noise he'd heard earlier? Brutus stood up immediately, grabbing his sword, and the cloth of his chest piece, deciding he didn't have enough time to actually equip the armored parts to his body.<br/><br/>A man in armor screamed a battle cry as he walked into the hut, with a torch and sword in hand. Brutus cut into his helmet, and a bloody body dropped with a thud. Brutus to care to stomp on the torch to make sure the fire didn't catch. "They must have followed you Elair, what's the plan?" He asked, as panic entered the hut.