"…" Vol glanced at Penelope.
"You would not want them in their current state, Elder," Penelope informed him. Her fire was far hotter than ordinary flames when she made an effort to channel it. Even steel had deformed beneath it, and they'd buried what remained with the bones.
"A shame," the Elder said, pursuing that fact no further. "Perhaps, in the future, if you have such weapons remaining, I might be interested in them."
"In the future?" Vol said, noting his choice of words as he narrowed his eyes.
"Well, I see you are still camped on the sides of my valley. I do not think you are waiting for rain, for you've had enough of that already," the Elder smiled at him again, a look meant to indicate that he saw through him. A thoroughly triumphant look.
He was defeated by Vol's lack of care. The man merely shrugged. "So what if we are? Any raider fool enough to follow the course of this valley will meet their end by us."
