Ithalin grunted in response to the instructor, shifting the weapon about in his hands with noticibly more effort compared to before.<span style="color: #b30000">"Hmph. No wonder they lost-- words without power do not deserve to be written down. They should be cast to the wind, spoken and forgotten. These new words I carved, they have power, cause. Freezing strikes, the shatter bones and flesh alike. If they had been words of power, I would have sapped them to further empower the enchantment. But, alas."</span>Grunting, he hefted the hammer up, leaning it against his shoulder like a lumberer with a plank of wood as he examined his unoccupied hand.<span style="color: #b30000">"What I wouldn't give for something to kill right now. Seems that will have to wait until after our venture gets underway. I'll make sure to bring you back some weapons, old man. As repayment."</span><br/><br/>His eyes drifted over to Hermasia, a brow lifting slightly as he looked her over. He'd had a few eons to learn body language, and despite that short time, he considered himself rather good at it.<span style="color: #b30000">"Are you nervous, little medic? Pre-deployment jitters?"</span>Chuckling, he started moving the hand not keeping his weapon aloft around his waist, the smile that had initially been on his face pulling into a frown.<span style="color: #b30000">"Seems I forgot to bring my flask, or I'd give you something to steady the hands." Shrugging, he gestured to Heinrich. "I'm sure our new acquaintance knows where we can get you a drink. And perhaps where I can get an outfit more appropriate for a deployment than traveling leathers."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>