<font color='#003300'>Arton thought for a moment. Kiel... Serim... that was it! He nodded slowly, "Yes, it was Serim... Kiel Serim. At least that is what he told me." he sighed and looked around something made him very uneasy about all this. Arton turned and walked back into the house with a puzzled look upon his face. He looked around door frames and windows all of them were broken but none of the traps that only he and Kiel knew about. "Very odd... Hey mister? come here a second..." as he took a closer look at things.</font>
<font color='#EE9A4D'>Serim? That sounded...familiar. What had been Pätal's? Tajen? The old 'dragon certainly had a sense of humor. The options were narrowing down. Either Kiel and Pätal were one and the same, or Kiel did not wish others to know that he and Pätal were related. As far as Siirus knew, nothing would tell them which.   His ear swivelled at the sound of Arton's voice, and he walked over towards where the younger 'dragon was standing. He seemed to be intently interested in the window frame. Siirus shook his head, the thick matted fur sending dust every where. What was the youth thinking of?   Siirus realised that this was what grief did to some 'dragons. He'd, um, helped it along a few times.</font>
<font color='#003300'>Standing up right he turned to look at Siirus and raised a brow while pointing to the windows. "None of his traps were sprung... not a single one! Doesn't that seem odd?" he inquired hopefully. To better illustrate his point he went and got the shovel the he had used before and held it in the door way above the ground. Quickly he let go and pulled his hand back. As soon as the metal of the shovel hit the bottom of the door frame a grey flash went upwards. Sitting there a moment the shovel fell in two halves and fell to either side of the door. "I find it difficult that all of the people missed every single one of these. There is one in every window." he swallowed and then reached up atop of the door and hit a switch, apparently a safty mechanisim.</font>
<font color='#EE9A4D'>Siirus looked at the shovel dubiously. Magic, gods and all that had never really seemed to work for him. When the light flashed through it he blinked, still undounted (sp?). "Does it have to hit the floor? Wings could probably get you through that way." And then they could hit the switch. Assasin's weren't stupid. Wouldn't Arton know that being out here? "I'm not trying to insult you or anything, but the traps could be better hidden." He cringed, waiting for Arton to take it as an insult to Kiel. Walking towards one of the windows, he touched the trap gingerly. When it didn't blow up, he lifted it, and placed it at the top of the window frame, where it could not be seen from outside.</font>
<font color='#003300'>He nodded slowly knowing he was probably right. He also figured had this house been a bit nicer they probably would have been hidden better. He decided to shrug it off and continue, "I have locked all the traps so they won't be going off. And no... the trap isn't only set off by touching the bottom... infact if you touch anywhere on the frame it will go off. We had a Krit wander through the door one day and it ended up split clean in two upon the floor. They very very sensitive." He nodded slowly in agrement with himself remembering the instance he spoke of.</font>
<font color='#EE9A4D'>OOC: Short post BIC:Siirus noted the point, but still found flaws in the reasoning. "But you could still get through if you didn't touch the walls?" He waved a hand around inside the door frame to illustrate his point. He was amazed that Arton hadn't taken his point harder. He could be quite blunt at times. The younger 'dragon was coping well, considering that he'd lost his mentor only a few minutes before. Siirus had reacted a lot worse, but that must have been mainly due to circumstances; he hadn't had much time to reflect immeadiatly.</font>
<font color='#003300'>He sighed and nodded slowly, "So they must have staked out the house some... either that or they must have taken it extremly slow. But if the latter happened then Kiel would have spotted them forsure." he frowned and shook his head slowly in puzzlement. It just didn't make sence to him, Kiel was a very powerful 'dragon... the oldest he had ever seen. How could he be dead now? He leaned against the wall holding half of his face in one hand as he closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath he sighed, "Well I suppose I will see you in Fronima Kiel..." Arton spoke solemnly. He began to go about the house taking things here and there, books, small weapons, and other trinkets and began to toss them into a large bag. Certain one he wrapped seperately in cloth and put them in a seperate pocket.on the bag. Next he packed up his cloths into a large army type duffle bag and tossed it by the door. After packing a couple other bags and placed them beside the door as well. "Well... I suppose I will continue on my way to the Academy and learn what I can there. Once I am finished I will come back and stay here. Since Kiel had no family, or so he told me I guess this is my place now..." he lowered his eyes some to the floor and leaned against the wall again. His head was spinning from the events. But he couldn't let it hinder him... Kiel wouldn't allow such a thing to happen if he were here.</font>
