"Well," Jeil smirked, "I don't see you, or anyone here for that matter wielding a staff or a sword or a mace or anything else<em>blatantly obvious</em>for that matter. I grant you that I never assume anyone to be weaponless, since knowledge can kill just as surely as the edge of a blade. As for me..." Jeil glanced behind, "Ah doing much better, getting used to riding eh? You picked it up pretty quickly. As for me..." Jeil returned looking forward along the road, "my preferred weapons are always with me. My fists and feet."<br/><br/>"I have to admit, I've never lost a pub brawl while I was drunk...at least I don't think...which leads me to the conclusion that some ale is good for the body, haha!" Jeil joked. Who knows if he was being serious or not...