"I am a bit distracted, Virara, so please forgive me the slip of my tongue," he said. Gods, he felt even worst for involving Chachan in this. But he had to know so he could pass it on to Fury and Protector. Then they would have figure out a way to go after the Merchant that was selling this. Because, he didn't want anyone else to go through what Defiant went through when her own horn was taken from her.
John stiffen when Virara voice what he was suspecting the wand to be. His head turn to her, eyes locking with her's. He wanted to ask her if she was sure of it but held his tongue until Chachan was able to tell him if it was or not. If he wasn't able to figure out if it was made from an Auri's horn, then he would have to go to Howl, and that meant he would get involve in this.
He turn back to Chachan, almost breathing out a sigh of relief on to have his friend trail off. Did what Virara say make him remember something? "Funny story?" He didn't see anything funny with this, not with Defiant's memories in his head, the pain he had felt as if it was his own as that woman saw off Defiant's horn. He tighten his hands into fists just to keep himself from reaching up to stop that remember pain. He swallow against the bile against the back of his throat as he 'dream' those memories from the horn that Aethertide had been sent. "Is it made from an Au Ra's horn?" he ask, in a low voice.
John stiffen when Virara voice what he was suspecting the wand to be. His head turn to her, eyes locking with her's. He wanted to ask her if she was sure of it but held his tongue until Chachan was able to tell him if it was or not. If he wasn't able to figure out if it was made from an Auri's horn, then he would have to go to Howl, and that meant he would get involve in this.
He turn back to Chachan, almost breathing out a sigh of relief on to have his friend trail off. Did what Virara say make him remember something? "Funny story?" He didn't see anything funny with this, not with Defiant's memories in his head, the pain he had felt as if it was his own as that woman saw off Defiant's horn. He tighten his hands into fists just to keep himself from reaching up to stop that remember pain. He swallow against the bile against the back of his throat as he 'dream' those memories from the horn that Aethertide had been sent. "Is it made from an Au Ra's horn?" he ask, in a low voice.
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