Normally she'd yell at her 'gracious' neighbors, but the way Fenrir had reacted had set off multiple alarms in her  head.  There was something about this blade that Fenrir did not trust, but for the life of her Keela couldn't fathom what it was.  It looked normal enough, no magical auras or anything, but animals were known to sense things that she, a mere human, would never pick up on.  She'd learned to trust in Obad-Hai's creatures when it came to things like danger.<br/><br/>As such, grabbed the box and set it down on her table, placing the mysterious, Fenrir-alarm blade upon the box it had come from.  A moment or two spent looking at it, and Keela backed away, heading upstairs after making sure to bring all of her other weapons and armor up with her.  Setting her armor and Shiftweave nearest her bed, a dagger under her pillow, and her other weapons on the nightstand nearby, and Keela was prepared to turn in early for the night.<br/><br/>First though, she peeked  under the bed, seeing Fenrir cowering beneath the bed.  A few words to calm him down and coax him out, though she figured he'd come out when he damn well pleased anyway, and Keela found her way back to the top of the bed.  She slipped under her sheets, clad in only what the gods had given her (and they'd given her a fair bit) as she sought a restful nights sleep.  She'd take care of the sword in the morning...