The storm might have moved in outside, but Jigano would still have left at any time that Deimos indicated that his welcome had been overstayed. He knew the steps to take to reach the Sanctuary, and from there to the Atheneum, with his eyes closed. He could count them, one after another, a trick he had long ago learned for exploring caverns and the halls of ancient vessels, where illusion and light could fool the eyes. In his fox form he could stay low against the wind - though he'd probably have to bury the gifted armor nearby and come back for it later once the storm subsided. No, it was easier by far to remain as long as Deimos would permit, and hope that the worst of the storm blew itself out quickly.
The General didn't disagree with Jigano's opinion of the blade as a problem-solving technique, which could mean that he did agree, or simply that he didn't want to argue. Hiraku had been similarly straightforward in his choice of weapons and stoic in nature - indeed, being an oread it was only to be expected - but somehow Jigano's friend and bodyguard's silences had still held warmth and been far easier to interpret than this man from Helovia's habitual quiet. He watched Deimos putter about as the only source of activity in the room, lips quirking into a wry smile at the question that returned, and he tilted his head to the side as he thought for barely a moment. The answer was the same as it had always been, if less direct than a good sword. "Knowledge." His smile turned to a grin as he traced appreciative fingers over the crossbow in lingering wonder at its recent creation. "For dealing with problems both violent and otherwise. I've always been better at defending than attacking." Not exactly true, but when it came to swordwork it was true enough. And since he had lost his magic, it was the only truth that currently mattered.
The General didn't disagree with Jigano's opinion of the blade as a problem-solving technique, which could mean that he did agree, or simply that he didn't want to argue. Hiraku had been similarly straightforward in his choice of weapons and stoic in nature - indeed, being an oread it was only to be expected - but somehow Jigano's friend and bodyguard's silences had still held warmth and been far easier to interpret than this man from Helovia's habitual quiet. He watched Deimos putter about as the only source of activity in the room, lips quirking into a wry smile at the question that returned, and he tilted his head to the side as he thought for barely a moment. The answer was the same as it had always been, if less direct than a good sword. "Knowledge." His smile turned to a grin as he traced appreciative fingers over the crossbow in lingering wonder at its recent creation. "For dealing with problems both violent and otherwise. I've always been better at defending than attacking." Not exactly true, but when it came to swordwork it was true enough. And since he had lost his magic, it was the only truth that currently mattered.
