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Watching the small fire display with a blank face Draeken nodded. "Sigmund. I wont even attempt to remember your full name. But you remind me so much of someone. Only you're not nearly as clumbsy. Were you him, you would have likely fallen over halfway through your display of fire and have stumbled over most of that name. Anyway, given that you are likely not fooling around despite your boastful manner, you are welcome to help in whatever battles may come. If you have any knowledge of planning or anything related, you are welcome to help with that." He stood then, not bothering to hide the fact that he was seven feet tall, and walked up to the man, extending his hand towards him. "I welcome you to my home. You are free to stay as long as you wish."

Shaking Sigmunds hand without flinching away or even showing that he noticed the heat, Draeken nodded. "Yes. A boastful showoff who has proven nothing will likely receive ill treatment here. But even after you have proven yourself, keep boasting to a minimum. And if you are to stay for any good length of time, I suggest to refrain from getting drunk around my wife. She is currently...Unable to enjoy alcohol." He grinned weakly, knowing he would likely get smacked for that comment.

Phia had been watching the two from a large comfy chair, her eyes dropping down to the pages of her book, flipping a page occasionally. D's Assumption about the comment was well almost correct. He'd suddenly find a thick leather bound volume in hylden striking the side of his head. Phia meanwhile sat there still, arms crossed over her chest, pouting.
"Must ye remind me?" She said, more angry at her situation then at him. She pulled on a sweet smile and looked to Sigmund "Pleasure to meet Ye Sigmund. My only request is tha' ye dun smoke within several miles of the house, I can't stand second hand smoke an' My daught'r 'as been trying to quit, It wouldn't be fair if someone else was do'n it 'round 'er." She paused, looking to D. "Where ar' thoose two anyway?"

"A thousand words of merit and ethos ain't worth half as much as giving another guy a scar. Yeah I think I'l just use the energy to flap my jaws better if I break more bones."

Sigmund really did have little reason to boast, nor did he believe he was the most experienced user around. All he knew was that he was good enough to boil a thing or two.

"Whoa..... that looked - shall I say - brutal." Those were the only words Sigmund could use to describe seeing a book flung at D's head. His contemplation of their sex life was pleasantly brushed aside by the notion that he wasn't to get himself drunk, a notion to which he delightfully replied: "Oh I'm not the kind for alcohol or smoking for that matter. My father couldn't stand either one so neither can I, heh. I can't say I don't get a little high on air once in a while though." The last part was spoken with glee and in warning. When Aethi appeared out of the shadows, Sigmund turned to look at her and saw only her head. "Wow. That's the most advanced head wall ornament I've ever seen. I mean I've seen some nice animal heads and all, but that would have to take the cake," Sigmund said, laughing quite in glee at his poking fun at Aethi, "bet you're proud of that one."

The book collided with the side of Draeken's head and he grimaced briefly before turning it to a smirk, making a kissing expression towards Phia. "I love you too honey." He smiled then blinked at Aethi, shaking his head. No doubt her and his daughter were up to something he would find out about later and not approve of. That was another matter entirely, however. "Well I'm glad to hear you have a level head on your shoulders Sigmund. That's better than what some people around here can offer. Anyway, feel free to explore the mansion. Just stay out of other peoples bedrooms, eh? Wouldnt want to find your carcass hanging from the roof later on."

As Phia left the room in a hurry, Draeken looked after her with a sympathetic expression. "I really wish there was something I could do to ease her sickness. Maybe I should invent a cure for morning sickness, eh Ari?"

As the sun shone in the sky, a figure walked through what was the battlefeild where many had fought. He could tell that the scorch marks were not recent, yet he could also see that many invaders had advanced on the mansion he was now close to. The warror clenched his fists fro a moment, then released them, realizing what might be in there. "If the invaders that attacked here were after that mansion, it would be nothing by now if they had won. And that means that if there's survivors, they might need an able hand. Which means... that I can make money fighting whatever attacks them!" His cloak flowing behind him, he approached the mansion with slight aprehension. Even without entering, and despite the fact that his training as an empath was extremely rusty, he still got the feeling that something strong was inside... and if he wasn't wanted in there, that he wouldn't last long. "...Better bring up the payment for my services later." And he walked up to the door, and knocked on it.

Draeken shook his head at the antics of the two young women. "You girls..." He didnt even bother finishing whatever it was he was going to say. He knew nothing would get through to them anyway.

Aria was in the middle of kissing Aethi's cheek she stopped dead, she looked up and towards the west side of the manor, where the library was. Her mother's presense dissapeared entirely from there. Yet Aria knew she was here...somewhere, but very ill. Aria's skin felt warm to the touch and she shivered slightly. "Ma?" she said mentally.