<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Day 1</strong></span><br/><br/>Arngrim bristled a little as the weight of Vwyn's arm fell upon him<br/><br/>Arngrim frowned when concerns were raised of his weapons safety, despite Myrunue not being all that undesirable to look at, "It's definitely not a toy. I recommend anyone not trained in its use leave it well alone if they don't want to hurt themselves. It may have some reliability issues, but a true master learns the right tricks to keep them from affecting performance. Even for myself its performance snags are well compensated for by the fact it can punch through armour, even armour as thick as Vwyn's, like it was no more than paper. The thick hides of blightbeasts and demons are no exception to this either. Can you say the same for your arrows Myrunue?"<br/><br/>Arngrim moved aside as Holly approached the deer, standing in respect as she says a prayer over the kill. His own faith didn't bother with such pleasentries, but with the belief in the gods dwindling so much he would always encourage true believers to stick to their ways.<br/><br/>When Anton came closer and went into his spiel, arngrim frowned, staring at him coldly as he countered his first argument, "It's precisely logic like that that led the gods to abandon us in the first place. We were too dependant upon magic and the gods, and these trials were our punishment. We've failed utterly to meet their expectations. The gods will remain quiet until we have proven ourselves worthy once more. We should not be cursing the gods for not coming to our rescue, we should be thinking of ways to reclaim our world and regain their favour."<br/><br/>When Nsia approached, Arngrim nodded bluntly in response to her thanks, eyeing the tiefling suspiciously. Words came to mind he could say to her, but now didn't seem like the time. When she began describing her "talents" Arngrim found himself subconciously fondling one of his pre-prepared paper cartridges he normally kept stored in a sleeve.<br/>