Griz grew slightly pale at the mention of the word 'explode'. The word brought back painful memories from when he was still a youngling. The chaos of a raging battle. The exploding ball of fire. The pained screams of his mother and siblings. The heat of the spreading flame that nearly claimed him. Griz's eyes grew vacant for a moment. Looking forward but unfocused on anything in front of him, like he was looking beyond at something the others couldn't see. The memories went as quickly as they had come. It was only for a moment but, to Griz, it felt unnaturally long. It felt like he relived the day the adventurers came. [color=khaki]"Ah...I'm sorry but...I'm not comfortable with explosions. Or large open flames for that matter."[/color] He then looks to Breden. [color=khaki]"Breden, would you mind if you tested it out instead? I'll make sure to pay you back."[/color]