While Zyphus strongly suspected that Gnarl was doing exactly has he had told them to do whenever they did something that they could get in trouble for; When the wolves are on your tail, it's time to throw someone off the sled. Of course he couldn't actually call Gnarl out on this because he couldn't actually prove it...

Arriving at the armory and being welcomed by his mother and step mothers was a... mixed surprise. He didn't like Aunt Fay in the slightest and his relationship with his own mother wasn't exactly the greatest of relationships, but the fact that Auntie Kelda was there brought a smile to his face. There were a few words pleasantries shared before gifts were presented... and Zyphus got a good look at the [url=http://2new4.fjcdn.com/pictures/So_a38c8c_5655935.jpg]armor[/url] that his mother had prepared for him.

In truth he was quite surprised by the sight of it since it suggested a level of insight that he didn't often attribute to his mother. Then again if there was anything the self absorbed harpy knew about it was fashion and how to make someone look good. Donning the armor while saving the hood for last, once it was up all that could be seen of his face from under the shadows was the glow of his yellow eyes.

The weapon that had been created to do with the armor was just as impressive; At first glance it had appeared to be a warpick that had been created from human or elven bones, but closer inspection reveled it to be made of metal that had been treated to look like bone. It had been masterfully created and balanced as a few practice swings proved easily enough. There seemed to be an enchantment on the blade itself but he could tell what it was exactly...

Turning to look at his mother, Zyphus offered her a surprisingly sincere "Thank you mother."