*Gripping Tigrex Cleavers handle in my powerful right claw, I lift the blade almost effortlessly from Zephyrs arms, my eyes widening in surprise at the weapons impressive weight the emotion carrying through my telepathy, before narrowing my eyes as I run my free claw over the blunt face of the axe, holding the weapon up to the flames under the kettle so I could see it clearly, carefully minding the edge of its blade, and keeping the weighty axe in a firm, respectful grip*, "Its got a bit more weight than I thought it would from first glance", *I give the weapon a spin in my claw*, "why did you bring something like this with you? Is it for a specific purpouse....or perhapse a gift?", *I raise my eye ridge at the later notion as I continue examining and testing the weapon in my right claw, showing great respect for the edge, having been cut once before*<br/><br/>*Thoughts were whirling in my head, and through my telepathy Zephyr could easily tell, I was unnerved, and afraid, but not of the weapons, but something else entirely, something old....something writhed in fire, and rage*