Hermesia had little patience for discussions of weapons of war. She was a doctor and a Paracelsi, unfit for any sort of direct combat role save for field medicine. Normally she'd keep her tongue due to Heinrich's presence, but she found herself irritated by their mutual admiration of brutish melee killing machines.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00b3b3">"I must agree, my lord." </span>She said when he described the massacre of the Borogravians.<span style="color: #00b3b3">"Rifle technology made most melee weapons obsolete. It escapes me why so many of the lesser races continue to fetishize such poor implements. The master of a sword is only fodder to an amateur with a gun. It is the more elegant and simple weapon."</span><br/><br/>She had her biases of course. She was a crack shot (Though she'd never used a real combat rifle) and took pride in the confluence of magic and technology hat was her favored arm. To see Ithalin all but drooling over blunted wedges of metal almost made her eyes roll. It was so vulgar, close, and most of all unclean. Then again, there seemed to be very little clean about the Undead.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00b3b3">"The hammers and picks and maces all seem so...brutish."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>