Tasia's jaw tightened "Paradise hardly. But no my father is just old fashioned. I just assumed he would send someone after me since i apparently cannot care for myself." She said placing the dagger back in it's holster. She walked back to the table where she sat back down. "I do not care for my father's decisions. He can be a bit pushy." Tasia watched as Simon worked.<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #0040BF">Simon carfully sharpened the blade once it had cooled. "Here you are Sir." He offered the blade back to Fenharel. He started on Tasia's blade. <br/></span><br/>"Simon, i assume we will be needing food. I think i will go get some." She threw her overcoat on and went outside into the cold crisp mountain air. She breathed in the refreshing smell of the mountains. The cold air whisped around her.