"Some times it pays to not play fairly. Remember, their is no such thing as fairness on the battlefield; if you turn your back to an enemy, nothing will stop them from sticking you with a sword or spear." A brutally harsh lesson, perhaps, but one that would be important for his sister. All was fair in war...love? He's not so certain about that, being it's one of the few things he hasn't experienced.<br/><br/>"Maybe. You'll have to discuss that with her, though." And of course, he'd discuss with Averille first that a bit of ale or wine is fine, but by no means should she allow his sister to actually become outright intoxicated. "And do it quietly, when mother and father can't hear you." He says with a light laugh.<br/><br/>He would reach into one of his saddlebags, and pull out a small sheathed item of some sort, possibly a knife, and hand it to her. It was a punch dagger, a fairly lethal and quite concealable weapon. He figured not only would she appreciate the gift, and thus be more inclined to behave herself, but should something bad happen...well,  if something bad happens, it pays to have a concealed weapon.<br/><br/>He hands her the sheathed weapon. "Be careful with it, Lenally. Only use it if you have to, and know that you can kill someone with that." He cautioned her again. Whereas she had her hugs and happy squealings, all the caution he advises her with was<em>his</em>way of showing he cared about her.<br/><br/>And it should be noted that, by now, they are almost to the Aserit main castle itself. He, Lenally, and Zalania would have to divert their course a bit, as the road the Bloody Raven's took from this point was different. The army he had been marching back with would return to The Roost to tend their wounds, relax, and give the smiths and quartermaster work to handle.