Damon nods towards his cousins from Hermes and the wood nyphms as he passes them by on his way to the armoury. Once he enters the building a slight smile spreads across his chubby face as the warmth from the fires heats his skin. Damon wasn't quite sure why but for some reason he had never feared fire and since childhood he had always kept some matches handy because the sight of flames helped him relax.
Damon grabs the billows to provide air which made the room even hotter and the flames grow higher. He countinues the process until his brow is covered in small beads of sweat. After all it was his job to supervise the armoury, Damon waits by a anvil and hammer looking at the high mound of scrap metal wondering about the automaton from Daedalus' laptop.
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