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The northern spirit shakes her head. "I do hope you haven't burnt down some neutral port or another which had nothing to do with the people who sailed from there...."

Bez is already hard at work on the weapons pile, separating good usable metal from that which cannot be reforged. He looks expectantly at Kerobian. "Think we can salvage this? Metal is scarce on this rock."

Bez nods and gathers anything useable into one pile then begins to sort it according to metal types. Cooking utensils he separates into a pile of their own but a few he sets aside for Kerobian to check out.

"They smell funny." he explains when Kero questions him about this. "Kind of sharp and metallic..."

While he can't identify the concoction by it's exact components, Kero recognizes enough of it that he suggests smelting them down and not using them for cooking. It seems the mercs weren't above doctoring their weapons, so he warns Bez about handling them as well.

Bez nods grimly and carefully checks over the weapon pile, looking for signs of contamination. All the arrows and quite a few swords are doctored, but the knives and hammers are all clean. He decides that even though he cannot sense anything on the knives, he doesn't trust them and puts them aside too.

As he works Kerobian begins to notice something. Bez does not seem to have and magical senses, such as he and Ai do. And he questions him on this.

"I'm pretty much as I have always been... a shifter and mover in shadows... unlike Ai who has always been a source of power, I flowed from power... I can move it and support him... but create it... no. I guess you can say I'm a manipulater of more than just words.... I'm also older than he now, though in truth he is far older than I. I age... slowly, but I do... he never has." says Bez quietly. "My shields drain me far more than they would ever drain him because they pull from my core." He chuckles bitterly. "I guess that is why I never associated much with the outside world. Truth is... had Ai not silently cried out to me... I may not have entered the world at all... I would have slowly lived out my days in isolation... But when he was sent out and left those who loved and cared for him... learning in time who and what he was... he needed me... so I came. Not that I could do much with him as angry at me as he was."

Bez glances back over his shoulder with a grin that shines like the sun...

"Your ears, too... Kerobian... he scholds ye like the child ye once were..."

Bez chuckles and nods to the pile of tainted pots and weapons. "Smelt away then. But let me remove the points from those arrows first... I can always fashion new points, but straight shafts are few and far between in the wild. Then we figure out how to get the cooking gear and blankets back to the shelters."

Bez blinks at him then dissolves into laughter. "I guess I will never remember that... I keep seeing you as that cub all grown up... wasn't one of his abilities... though he sure did have a talent with language..."

Bez gathers everything into one pile that he wants to take back to the shelters... knives, food, pots pans, baskets, blankets, canvas and clothing... though he wrinkles his nose at the latter. "Smells worse than all those rags the girls go through. But we've got those visitors and they don't look like they had much... just what was on their backs... By the way... there's a fox spirit roaming about as well. It's pretty drained and so it hasn't been substantial enough for me to make it out... Get glimpses of white and hints of red ever so often... Think it's anyone ye know?"

Bez nods shakily. "Just warn me next time. I almost had to wash out me breeches with theirs."