Grummush chuckled as she handled his axe he motioned with his left hand to his tattoo's again and smiled. "Hard to keep a firm grip on a blade that is treated consistently with the fires of a phoenix." He didnt elaborate too much more then that. Instead he watched as she went to shining his blade, and slowly tapped his foot as she sang the lyric while sharpening.<br/><br/>He had to admit, it was quite a sight to see her working with metal in her hands. It was only a sharpening but she was attentive and took her time, even with a well used blade like his own. He watched her in respectful silence and once she was finished he gingerly took the blade and slid his hand along the flat of the blade and grinned. "Now this is much more deadly. Thank you quite a lot, think at this point whatever we face is gonna have some serious problems." He laughed lightly and gave the greataxe a spin, the air whistling from its passage before he slid it back into its holster.<br/><br/>As the old man spoke again Grummush turned his head and watched him working on the spell. "Is this wise...half our party is..." He laughed at the thought. "Occupied." But nevertheless the gate started to open. The feeling of love was warm and filling in many ways and wasnt something he had felt since his lover had died. Looking at the other two women he felt he could accept them in the same fashion. And he was a bit saddened as it started to fade.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>