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If anything, humans seemed to be a rather predictable lot, along with attachments to a variety of objects that could not or would not have an attachment to them. And while the Goliath admired a warrior who prized a particular weapon, for instance, the weathered mage had a few things that appeared to be near and dear to him. [i]Things[/i] that almost seemed trivial to the other, yet what did she care? 

Vah’lux nodded in appreciation toward Brennen as she slid the shaft of the hand ax through metal rings that hung on a thick leather belt around her waist. Speaking of admired weapons, the woman couldn't deny the fact that she loved the ax, especially one so well-balanced and fit just right for her style of combat. She may have hailed from a race of pseudo-giants who packed on the muscle through both genetics and physical training, but make no mistake that she was far from a lumbering beast. Heavy, clumsy weapons were never her thing, but a weapon with some weight to it and one that wouldn’t hinder her ability to make swift attacks and counters, was something to cherish for sure. 

“You handled yourself well.” The Goliath said as she continued to survey the area, watching as the fires which engulfed at least one pine began to die away. “I noticed the Goblins on my own journey throughout this part of Faerun, especially this far west. I think something may have pushed their numbers this way, but unsure of what.” Vah’lux shook her head. “Most likely greed if you ask me. They are a race of scavengers above all else, and where there are numbers in their ranks, there’s bound to be trouble on the horizon.”