“Aye. Threat.” Murdo responded, turning his head to see that Once had rested a hand on one of his pistols. “Oh, do not worry yourself. The creature seldom notices me anymore. I am too much trouble for it.” He joked.
In reality, the creature; a demon who malfested itself as a bear, was more than capable of ending his life. It had nearly done so on two occasions, not to mention having risked the life of his lover on said occasion. He had regretted ever challenging the creature. But, his fate was sealed.
“See that?” He asked, pointing forth to a rather warm looking glow. “Theres m’smithy.”
Well, if it wasn’t a threat anymore, then that was a relief. He slowly lowered his hand again and took a deep breath. He’d help Murdo fight, if there was ever an issue.
Once’s eyes flickered in the direction his friend had gestured in, and he gripped at his elbow. “…I haven’t…. Been welcomed into a home, in ages….”