Lennart nodded as the succubus explained, he was aware that warlocks if certain scholar could make a more powerful bond with their familiars than others. But he didn't know it could transfer more than just pain, fascinating!<br/><br/>Looks like things were getting settled. And things was getting planned ahead for once and not everything worked on impulse. Lennart was actually glad people seemed to agree the lady should get her armor fixed, he was getting a feeling of guilt that their original action was gonna get further and further delayed. He placed a comforting hand on Vinadine's shoulderpad.<br/><span style="color: darkslategray">"Of course, I am terribly sorry Miss Vinadine. You would've had your new attire ages ago if it wasn't for me dragging you into this whole thing. I take full responsibility for this whole mishap. Please, allow me to pay for your new armor once we get to the blacksmith. It's the least I can do to redeem myself."</span><br/>As he looked at the others. He spoke clearly. It would perhaps be a bit much to be five people walking to the blacksmith for such simple task. Thinking that maybe the others would like to go ahead.<br/><span style="color: darkslategray">" The Gutterworm Tavern isn't too far from here. Close to the war quarter actually. It's a tavern hosted by goblins, they drive food and drink more attractive to living beings than your average maggot stew or ichor soup. Most successful to! Most newcomers from other races gathers up there. The sign is a big and clear goldcoin with a worm tangled around it. If anyone would want to go ahead instead of staying around at the blacksmith. It's not too far away since they both are in the war quarter."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>