A warm smile spreads across the ninja’s face hearing the words of the beautiful warrior in his arms. “I know the feeling, My Dear, you tend to have the same affect on me.” A light chuckle escapes his lips when she suggests learning what their confiscated weapons are capable of. “I would have thought that being on the city wall during this morning’s attack you would have a pretty good idea of what they are capable of. Although learning how to properly use them is something I believe would be a useful skill. Did you want to practice with them here in this old ruin or go someplace else?” Without waiting for an answer he reaches under his cloak and pulls out the metal box the weapon he had taken from the battlefield had become. After a short examination he finds the control that restores it to its weapon form. He lifts the weapon in his hand to test its balance and get a feel for its weight before examining it more closely to determine how to operate it. “It appears to function much like a crossbow, aim at your target and squeeze the trigger. I however do not see any way of reloading it. I assume then that fires some sort of magical bolt. I do not detect any magic, but my sense of magic is very limited. Your knowledge is far more than my own. Do you detect any magic about these?”