[Training] In the name of the sound of the name

"Mmh. It is good to have options," the Tidebreaker agreed obliquely with the selection of fountains in Torchline, though with the gleam of humor in his eyes and a crinkle of amusement at their corners.

The revelation of the limits of demigodly power might have caused some of that humor to fade if Ronin hadn't been so charming about it, and Hadama inclined his head in acceptance of his words, not even considering that there might be other reasons for the other demigod's dapper styling. The White Knight had far more experience with the gods and their gifts, and Hadama had every reason to trust him.

"Then I should work harder at improving my armour," the King decided, a quirk at the corner of his mouth cracking his serene facade for a moment. "If you could help with one more favor?" With a thought the owlbear feather armour cascaded from the armlet on his bicep, silver-white feathers glimmering with protective starlight as they covered his torso. "It needs to be tested 'by physical means.'" He set himself loosely, not to block but to brace against impact. "If you have one more punch in you," came the addendum, and this time there was no hiding the quiet laughter below his words.