
Siben's head snaps up and he looks about the room. His years spent studying conjuration tipping him off that ~someone~ is using magic in the room.
As he looks his eyes settle on the man dressed in black, shouldering a very large axe.
".....damn."
He takes a moment to study the axe, exchanging some glances between the book he's reading and the weapon before shaking his head and mumbling to himself. He returns to his reading though keeps an eye out for any trouble.
As he looks his eyes settle on the man dressed in black, shouldering a very large axe.
".....damn."
He takes a moment to study the axe, exchanging some glances between the book he's reading and the weapon before shaking his head and mumbling to himself. He returns to his reading though keeps an eye out for any trouble.