Lokir grinned at the comment that his name was interesting, he had never had it called that before. ”I've run guard positions before for people in the past on caravans and such." They went on to speak of their siblings a little more and the one name caught his attention. ”The Sky Queen Furtuna is a sister to you?” He questioned. ”I've had a run in with her lot already, a couple years ago I was on an airship coming back from Parvpora when we were attacked mid flight. There was little I could do to stop her and her crew when they boarded us. I was the sole fighter on board and while I don't mind a fight against uneven numbers, I figured discretion was the better idea that day. I didn't want to start something and then have them attack the regular crew in return. Otherwise they took what they could and left us.” He explained, but the fact that she had been doing this for over five hundred years meant that she and her crew would know what they were doing indeed.
The sisters continued on to speak of one of their sisters that worked at a brothel in Kurayo, a succubus. Basse showed how tall this other sister, Jesse, was and Lokir raised a brow, that was small, they were right in wondering how she hadn't been snapped in two. Still, in the back of Lokir's mind her made a mental note of her name and the city for the next time he was on the Parvpora continent. At one point in their talk Lokir chuckled as they spoke of their family. ”And yes, despite how, dysfunctional a family can be, is it still not the most important thing we have this in life?” He spoke with a smile but allowed them to continue.
When the questions turned to him Lokir thought for a few moments on how to answer. ”Well, I've trained as knight since I was a boy, a dream I had since I could remember. My mother and little sister aren't always happy with my choice but they still support me and I send them whatever silver I can that I make to help them. Otherwise I travel around helping those that need it when I can, not much to tell really, small battles, large ones, bar fights.” He passed a grin to Basse at that. ”I've seen them all. I'm…” He paused to think a moment, deciding for now to go into that line of his story, perhaps later. It was his ace in the hole in a fight as few, that he knew of, had encountered a werebear before, let alone knew how to deal with one. While silver and the like could work on a lycanthrope, such weaknesses didn't exist for werebears, oh they had weaknesses for sure, but they weren't always that well know to most. Instead, he spoke of the magic that he had. ”also able to conjure up weapons out of pure magic. Aside from my bastard sword, I'm never really unarmed.”
To demonstrate Lokir held out his hand and after a second a dagger of grey swirling magic appeared, which he tapped against the table making a 'thonking' sound to show that it was solid in some way. He let the dagger dissipate and held his arm out to one side and a six foot trident appeared for a moment, before that dissipated and was replaced with a flail for a moment. Finished and the flail gone Lokir grinned. ”So, I am trained in almost any martial weapon you can think of, since I can make any of them at will. It wasn't easy and I try and keep up on a lot of things, but it is nice to know that I can create what I need for almost any situation. Bows though don't work for me, since the moment the weapon is out of my grasp it disappears, so ranged and throwing weapons don't work.” He explained finishing there for now.
His meal and drinking finished Lokir looked to his two new friends. ”If you're in a hurry catch that wagon I'll get my things from my room.” He stood and headed upstairs to to his rented room, wondering what they could be saying about him, and if they had yet to pick up that he wasn't as human as he looked.
After a little bit weighted steps could be heard on the upstairs floor boards before Lokir started to come down the stairs in his armour. Blackened steel layered with dragonscales and white accenting, but there was chainmail of dragonscales and metal on his elbows and knees, though there was a chainmail kilt under a heavy cloth outer skirt so his legs were protected by at least three layers of armour. A short cape was clipped to his pauldrons that only came down to his waist and somewhat hid the backpack under it that he was wearing, while his bastard sword sat in its sheath at his side. He was holding his helm at his side under his arm as he paid the barkeep for the room despite not using it for the night, but he had been in it and had a nap so it was still in need of a quick refresh.
With that finished the knight went back to his new companions. ”I am ready whenever you two are.” He grinned.
