"Mmm, a modest arsenal is mine." She explains, glad to see that her lady protector was not above a little... Appropriating, even if she dressed it up with intentions of honour.<br/><br/>The front seat was much more preferable, Aerylinne noted to herself, and enjoyed the seat beside her guardian, even separated by swords as they were. She was forced to quickly abandon the notion that she could get used to having a, presumably accomplished, sell-sword by her side. Especially given that such a plan also involved actually attending some boring old academy. It wasn't the life she'd have chosen, so she'd best not get attached.<br/><br/>"I... I wouldn't want to say it's my field of expertise, but illusions are a favourite of mine. I imagine you and I differ on such a matter, after all... Illusion allows me to best a foe with a weapon that doesn't exist, but your sword is very real, hm..." She mused aloud, enjoying the unshackled conversation.<br/><br/>"And whilst we're not too far along the way, I feel you deserve some thanks for your assistance, so... You have my gratitude, madame."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>