Weaver is a fan of weapons in all their forms. There were some she could not use, some she used better than others, though she was reasonably well versed in the most common of weapons. Knives and swords particularly, though she now preferred her scythe to the sword. She did love her knives though, hidden all over person as they were. The ones on her waist were the most obvious, but there’s usually one in her boot, sometimes tucked elsewhere depending if the situtation seemed to warrant it. Bows were not her suit, though she could technically use one. Stranger weapons were always interesting to her though, something to learn, a challenge to tackle. Everything was a weapon if you knew how to use it, after all.
Weaver chuckles slightly at the next question, taking a sip of her drink in a show of casual carelessness. ”The law is nothing more than a set of rules, really. And rules are designed to be broken, are they not?” She shrugs slightly. After all, she’s the sort of the girl who has a Warden that she’ll only listen to if she happens to agree with his laws, so it’s not like she’s really concerned about what someone else tells her to do. ”Besides, does it really matter so long as you don’t get caught?”
Weaver chuckles slightly at the next question, taking a sip of her drink in a show of casual carelessness. ”The law is nothing more than a set of rules, really. And rules are designed to be broken, are they not?” She shrugs slightly. After all, she’s the sort of the girl who has a Warden that she’ll only listen to if she happens to agree with his laws, so it’s not like she’s really concerned about what someone else tells her to do. ”Besides, does it really matter so long as you don’t get caught?”
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
