[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Swift_Assassin]

Master Lennox? That was a new one for him. Well, not really. It wasn't one he heard since he was a boy, anyway. Most of the people around the Hyperion estate since Shad came into power know that Lennox hates honorifics like that. "I said it to Wratt before, it's just Lennox. I'm no one's master, no ones lord. Just a man with an ancient enchanted sword," Lennox said to Renata, looking down afterwards. In his head, he thought that last part was a lie. He wasn't a man. He was a monster. But despite that, he couldn't bare to hear Raye apologize. She saved the day, she shouldn't scared that the others were going to hurt her.

"You've nothing to be sorry for, Raye. The blames falls solely on me. You only did as I told you to do." He reassured. He turned to Tiras who was glancing at him. Lennox let him say what he needed to say. He apologized, but Lennox wasn't going to sit there and take it. "You said it yourself. No apologies necessary. Besides, you lashed out at me. Nothing you said was directed at her. As far as I'm concerned, I could care less what you say to me in the heat of the moment. You can curse me up and down the the Bernese coast, as long as we make it off this island alive, I'll take it in stride. Being a little heated couldn't hurt in a fight anyway." Lennox said his piece and followed Tiras inside. He didn't stay inside for long. He stepped back out and ventured back to his cloak. He picked it up off the ground and gave it a look over. Thankfully it was more intact than he thought it was going to be. He donned the cloak once more, relieved it wasn't gone for good. Even if he seemed willing to part from it, it was the essentially the last thing his mother left him. "Forget what I said. This horrible island won't be your resting place. I'll just have to get you patched up is all. What's a little exposed chainmail?"

As he made his way back inside, he contemplated take a nap, much like Tiras had. It had been a long day, after all. And after hearing voices earlier, it probably was a sign of sleep deprivation. Lennox decided against it. He leaned Dyrnwyn against a wall and took out his longsword. He began training against an invisible opponent, the morph with the halberd. He was swinging at nothing, if the others saw him, but he saw that morph. At first. Eventually his visage changed to an older foe. Corrin Hyperion, the previous wielder of Dyrnwyn. Instead of reliving the fight they just ended, he was reliving the Siege of Cercium Keep, where he fought Corrin to the death while Leon and Carla watched. He zoned out almost everyone else and focused on his fight - his training.