"I have combat experience in just about any melee weapon you can imagine and I have built them all as well. If there is anything in particular that any of you would like to wield, I could easily make it if we found a smith station and materials." Ken told the group as he adjusted the knives in his sleeve so that it was more on his forearm than it was on his wrist. This was a precaution, for he had no need to give someone a handshake and end up cutting them in the process. That was just something that he could not do.<br/><br/>He listened to the rest of them talk for a few moments while he ran his fingers along the tops of the knives that were now currently int the place that they were easily retrievable but also very hard to detect unless you were really paying close attention, which not a lot of people did to him at times. Ken did that on purpose since being all that noticed could lead to problems in and outside of combat. Looking over at Ophelia, she seemed like the girl who could more than handle herself getting all of the attention. And that at the moment was the one thing he admired about her. She was a woman who could control the crowds and make everyone see her but yet it seemed that no one in one of those crowds had truly touched her. Ophelia was like a pretty jewel in a glass case, something that had been looked at and appreciated, yet never touched.<br/><br/>"Ophelia, if you do not mind, I am going to be purchasing space for myself. I am honored by the fact that you would do something like that for me, but I am sorry that I can't accept." Ken did a slight bow to her, and whether she saw it or not, it did not matter. Ken had been trained for a long time to be very respectful. A part of that respect was calling her by the name that she went by professionally, rather than her real one. The one he had heard a few moments ago. Just like a surname in Japan, he felt he had no right to call her by anything else than Ophelia. He would feel that it would be quite rude of him to act otherwise.<br/><br/>"And Sandra, I think it is best we go to the hotel first, get our rooms, put away any of our extra baggage and then head out to the Black Forest where we can investigate the disappearing Oracles. In the meantime, I will make calls to see if anyone knows anything about the disappearing Oracles in Aokigahara." Ken had announced to the driver of the car who seemed a little too eager to get to the forest without thinking of the possible consequences of having all of this extra unneeded weight of their luggage.<br/><br/>He looked around to the people that at this moment were more or less strangers he was working with on this mission, almost like a band or mercenaries rather than a band of heroes. Heroes always had some kind of rapport or knowledge of each other. But mercenaries would be fine with letting their team members die as long as the mission was completed. Ken was not going to operate like this. He just was not going to have it be this way or else he was better off getting it done in some other fashion.<br/><br/>"For the moment, let us not talk about what we can do in combat, let us speak of our lives, the lives we live outside of the realm of the Gods but rather in the realms of Men. I for example am a person who literally setups and builds things to be blown up for the enjoyment of millions, all the while that I am sitting at my station doing these things, I am listening to one of the most peaceful classical pieces on the planet, Moonlight Sonata, by Beethoven. You have no idea how serene working feels when that is going through your ears. It brings me a kind of peace. Do any of you have something that brings you peace?"