[GOOD MORNING NICO, INDEED. The clanging starts and Nico's up like a shot, legs kicking and sending swords skittering across the floor. He's quick to draw the three-foot stygian iron blade though and holds it in front of himself, ready to attack until he realizes it's three people he's...well. At least seen around.
He doesn't say anything, sword up and armed still but silently waiting for an explanation with wide, wary eyes.]
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He doesn't say anything, sword up and armed still but silently waiting for an explanation with wide, wary eyes.]