Beacon, in rough order, shivers (at the sudden wounds Crow suffers), sighs (in slight disgust at the huge warrior's words and in long-suffering patience at the words of Fyr), and then takes the pair of bracers. Shiny. Orichalcum even.<br/><br/>"Well, I can do some letters bits, but I'm not really that good at writing for crowds, so I mayn't be of too much use 'gainst the Poet. I can also be a back-up medic, as I ain't too good at the stuff. I'd say that I'd just write up some letters to the leaders of th' Marukan alliance and Greenhaven, but seeing as Beacon is just a no-account-nobody by name to them, I doubt I got any way to make them listen."<br/><br/>The older man chuckles. "Well, less somebody can help me write up a message on a wall where they'd see it."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Judge's Ear Technique</div><div class="spoiler_body">In order, his sentences are true, false, and and partially false. The wall comment's true, though.</div></div>