Zame peered down the end of the table when Sophia began her short rant. Living with such an imaginary based person, made his comfortable around such events. Noticing the slight changes in appearance, "I never thought Brendan would actually perform magic, let alone a summoning." Zame raised his right arm in front of himself in defense when Krash violently moved the chair. Zame had been caught in the cross fire before when Krash became entrenched within his imagination. The steel scales from his armor shined in the light, and rattled slightly has his arm moved.