Heinrich raised one scar bisected eyebrow at the request and then smiled politely. His eyes tracked to the weapon racks and their numerous, dusty inhabitants. They were all wonderfully deadly in their own special ways, but he was always quick to remind his students that none of them could compare to a quick pistol shot to something tender.<br/><br/>The instructor pushed himself away from the ropes and sauntered with a certain degree of spry dandiness that seemed to match the rest of his slightly larger than life persona. He walked the line of weapons and touched each in turn with a certain degree of friendliness, like greeting an old comrade. There was a degree of pleasure in his movements and poise.<br/><br/>Finally he turned back to the bulky form of the undead man. His eyes sparkled merrily, in a manner usually reserved for jovial old drunks telling war stories in a tavern. Heinrich of course lacked the red-nosed gleam and the paunch, but there was still hints that his days of front line service should have similarly ended quite a while ago.<br/><br/><b>‘You want to take one of my little lads off to war do you? Or a bit of sparring practice perhaps? I’ll be honest, they could do with a good airing. The new doctrine coming down from the top brass puts a little too much focus on the new bayonet drills for my liking.’</b><br/><br/>Heinrich straightened like a ramrod and placed his hands behind his back, pigeon chest thrust forwards. It strained at the buttons of his shirt. Heavens only knew what was hidden beneath the apparently elderly elf’s clothes, but they certainly didn’t lack for ‘bulge’.<br/><br/><b>‘It’d be improper for me to suggest that more of the chaps and chapesses could benefit from a little more realistic training. Mind you, I suppose once someone’s walked through a house with a room-cleanser you typically don’t have much need for stabbing someone in the vitals. The new toys are getting quite exciting indeed. Wish I’d had a few of them in my day.<br/>
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Regardless, no, I don’t suppose I mind too much. Half of these little lovelies come from civilisations that have been brought to heel already anyway. Don’t really need to learn how to use a Salavar twin-bladed tulwar if they’ve had their entire way of life replaced with honest and decent Reik ways of doing things, what what? Anything in particular take your fancy? I’m sure I could lend you a few pointers in the finer ways of using them all.’</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>