'What in the nine layers of hell?' Lythero asked himself as he returned to the street where Axer's forge was located and saw the sheer amount of weirdness that had occurred while he was gone. 'Seriously, I leave for snacks for a couple of minutes, and I return to this?! What the fuck?!'
Lythero originally wanted to stick around to see if it was possible to get some form of insight on how to better control his own innate aether flames or see if he could get some form of inspiration in regard to fixing up his broken swords. Unfortunately, that latter bit didn't happen.
Despite his cultivation level and his deep understanding of how to use a blade, that didn't automatically translate into Lythero being able to understand the subtle nuances of crafting swords and the like.
As such, after Axer, Alicia, and the former slave girls got into the swing of things, he excused himself from the shop to acquire snacks for everybody.
