As the other man stepped up to the log, Hadama remained at ease with his sword pointing down. If he had hoped that the other man might be able to provide some instruction he did not reveal it when he learned that Bane was as lost as he was. He simply nodded in agreement that it was good to learn something new, though hearing the reasoning behind it - the desire to defend - drew a deeper inclination of his head in respect.
"Mmh." A slight shake of his head accompanied the lifting of the blade, not to strike with it but to study the pattern of the steel in the moonlight. "I have made swords before. But I have never used them," he admitted, voice solemn. "This one was a gift. But it is... difficult to wield." He raised his gaze to Bane's once more, tilting his chin curiously. "What drew you to your sword? Above other weapons?" In place of a spear, a knife, or a bow for instance?
"Mmh." A slight shake of his head accompanied the lifting of the blade, not to strike with it but to study the pattern of the steel in the moonlight. "I have made swords before. But I have never used them," he admitted, voice solemn. "This one was a gift. But it is... difficult to wield." He raised his gaze to Bane's once more, tilting his chin curiously. "What drew you to your sword? Above other weapons?" In place of a spear, a knife, or a bow for instance?
