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Seb wasnât sure how he got here, nor was he really sure how he was going to explain away the fact that he found himself staring at the artillery he had stumbled upon. On most nights he could control where he was going as a wolf, but he seemed to act without his own volition and ended up in a place he had never been before. But he couldnât help to look at what was in front of him with wide eyes. SebastiĂĄn had never been one for much violence, but these were all so... Fascinating. Weapons forged in ways he had never even seen before, ways that upon seeing them seemed to make more sense than any he had known. He smelt them coming first, whoeverâs workshop he found himself in had heard his presence. Next came the sound, one normal footstep followed by a much heavier footstep drew closer to him giving him less time to think and act. As the door swung upon he stood there smiling sheepishly with his tail between his legs like a dog caught getting into something he wasnât supposed to. A man stood in front of him with weathered features and a slightly hunched demeanor. âI... Hello?â he murmured waving a little bit. âI promise Iâm not here to steal anything,â he raised his hands innocently hoping the human that stood before him wouldnât dare do anything daft. âThough I do have to say, this is all quite impressive... Your collection.â
