While men of lesser spirit may have been shocked, alarmed, or afraid of a situation in which a Renard set a dwarf’s beard ablaze, the latter then opting to scream in panic as he flailed his fat arms about, Triss remained cool. Why? Because Brozar was a dwarf, after all! As children of fire and earth, there was no way such a pitiful lick of flame would truly cause terror for the man. It was clear to the pallum brawler that he was simply putting on a show for the entertainment (or irritation) of others, and in the aftermath of the situation, beard dripping wet and good spirits restored, Triss’s faith in Brozar’s mental fortitude was proven correct. As expect of a race who beat down monsters even before the descending of the Gods!

[b]“She made her entrance by tackling Athena,”[/b] Triss mentioned, his gaze flickering upstairs. He hadn’t been certain before, considering how high-browed Ayame was, but it was clear now. That Renard was a regular spit-fire. [b]“So she’s probably crazy.”[/b]

As the two clasped hands, Triss squeezed as hard as he could, but could barely budge Brozar’s fat fingers. Good. So the blacksmith-adventurer of the Familia was tough too. [b]“By ship from the Far East,”[/b] the pallum said. He flipped the collar of his gi inside out to reveal the foreign characters sewn upon them. [b]“You heard of Momi Firepunch? She taught me.”[/b]