"It's two pairs. Sometimes they're two pairs who're conjoined... I mean, like, Healer and Fighter are like one person with two faces and Hunter and Crafter are a different one person. With two faces. I dunno if that's supposed to be real." Vena shrugs. There's a lot she doesn't really get and she's been here for almost a third of her life.

She's relaxed her shields after it became evident that she wasn't going to have to wrangle balance at the same time. When there are fewer people close by it's not so bad, even if after a few minutes the man on the roof and the woman on the closest guard tower, and the more indistinct not-sound of the sleeping chicken and the drowsing horses, become louder until it's like they're all next to her shouting. Tuning out the animals isn't so hard but the sentry woman... How does Lashan do this all the time? To her it must be like everyone's always saying what they think out loud.

"Are you actually gonna do that?" she asks, a little distracted by the effort it takes to ignore and a moat with man-eating fish and I could fish in it but would that be cannibalism huh. "You were mad when master told you not to kill anyone. But you wouldn't need a sword for that, it'd just make things easier."