The indignant expression on the pair was to be expected, but then the conversation twists and so does the look on his own face. The twin priests wanted to arm him? Color him surprised.
“A sword’s never failed me before,” he replies with a shrug, indifferent towards the thought of his own survival, ”I’ll be more useful with one.”
The village was so quiet that he’d never shown that side of him, the self-destructive excitement of throwing himself near the edge of death. He couldn’t explain why he did it, just that he did it without thinking, and it made his job far less anxiety-inducing than it should be.
Then again, he doesn’t suspect any bandits marauding around this village to be particularly deadly. If they were, they’d go for richer prey. He gets a glance of Lashan’s reaction out of the corner of his eye, and almost feels a grain of guilt for the public spectacle. He could’ve just asked for weapons when they’d set out and avoided all the scandalized gasps.
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“A sword’s never failed me before,” he replies with a shrug, indifferent towards the thought of his own survival, ”I’ll be more useful with one.”
The village was so quiet that he’d never shown that side of him, the self-destructive excitement of throwing himself near the edge of death. He couldn’t explain why he did it, just that he did it without thinking, and it made his job far less anxiety-inducing than it should be.
Then again, he doesn’t suspect any bandits marauding around this village to be particularly deadly. If they were, they’d go for richer prey. He gets a glance of Lashan’s reaction out of the corner of his eye, and almost feels a grain of guilt for the public spectacle. He could’ve just asked for weapons when they’d set out and avoided all the scandalized gasps.