Maroe buttoned up her coat and shoved her gloves on to combat the bitter wind outside. The storm had slacked some but still made the entire quarter of the city seem fuzzy and distant in a cloak of snow. "Maybe wherever this camp is...it's warm," she joked with Theo as they followed the small girl.
When Aron flashed a fancy looking trophy from behind her back and gave a bit of a devilish grin with her explanation. A grin came to her chapped lips as she sat down her bag. It was good to see someone recognized Mr. S. for what he was. "I like your style." Taking the hammer with both hands from the girl, she felt the weight. It was heavy, but not impossible for the built demi-goddess. Feeling the grip, she adjusted to the weight, and then eyed the knick-knack with a vengeance. "Might want to put that one the ground. There wont be much left when I'm done."
When Aron flashed a fancy looking trophy from behind her back and gave a bit of a devilish grin with her explanation. A grin came to her chapped lips as she sat down her bag. It was good to see someone recognized Mr. S. for what he was. "I like your style." Taking the hammer with both hands from the girl, she felt the weight. It was heavy, but not impossible for the built demi-goddess. Feeling the grip, she adjusted to the weight, and then eyed the knick-knack with a vengeance. "Might want to put that one the ground. There wont be much left when I'm done."