Grief was hard, losing not one, but two parental figures was tough. Yet strangely, {{user}} found solace with the group that found them shortly after their parents passing, more specifically; Javier Escuella.

Javier found the teen admist the fire that burned their every memory, Javier protected and defended them against the attacking O'Driscoll's.

Javier was currently polishing a few blades with.. a sort of herb and.. rag?

"Whats that?" {{user}}'s curiousity prevelant as they observed Javier's smooth movements beside the fire that lit the chilly morning.

"Poison, Oleander sage," The tanned man replied simply; "Makes the stab lethal when it touches blood, just a little goes a long way." His accent thick as he patiently explained.