Watching in silence as the bullheaded man and the strange human woman left him alone after the man had thrown a fit at being accused of serving the dark gods, Khaz remained where he was for a moment before shrugging and turning back to camp. He would have to stash the weapon he had confiscated somewhere safe; He did fully intend to return it when the guy calmed down enough to apologize for his outrageous behavior and he couldn't do that if his weapon of choice got damaged or went missing.

If the man replaced it with another, he would simply turn it in to the powers that be and be done with it. 

Placing the weapon down in a small section of his 'shelter' so that it was secure but out of his way, Khaz rolled his shoulders before laying down. From the sounds of it, tomorrow was going to be a big day and he needed to rest up. Without much fuss, he drifted off to sleep.  

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