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[Caim has spent over a month contemplating exactly how to address the network or even if he should. Part of him thinks subtlety is the right pathway to take. Another part of him is convinced that he doesn't care. What does he have to hide, really? Who can really stop him?

The best thing about text is that no one can detect the uncertainty in his words or in how he phrases them. But maybe his texting is a little too perfect. In a world of shorthand and acronyms, written habits remain habits and do not die easily.]

This land is full of madness, I see. Its beasts prowling as the moons transform.

[It's a wonder the streets don't fill with blood during the cycles, considering he's of the opinion a Moonblessed beast is hardly any different from a feral one in the wild. He has yet to experience his own changes, though he doesn't feel a particular investment for or against that concept.]

I must know if there is a smithy in Lunatia.

[Obviously to defend himself against said 'beasties.' (Untrue.) He'll get a sword in one way or another. Even if he has to have someone custom make him one. Although it's probably wisest not to let Caim have a sword.]

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['Teacher.' That's a first. He eyes her warily for some moments, unsure if he actually likes being called that or not. But maybe she's just teasing him. Sen does seem to be the teasing sort, if Caim is capable of recognising any fashion of humour, that is. But he'll be the first to admit that it's not his expertise, however, so perhaps he's wrong.

All the same, he's thankfully distracted by the gym she brings him to. Everything around him makes him think of 'perfection.' At least in terms of a training area. In Caerleon, his idea of training was simply solitude and swinging his sword in practised, controlled strokes. Not that he can't do the same here. If anything, this is better. It's a little difficult for him to hide his immediate interest in the area.

Sen has found the way to his heart, it seems. At least whatever remains of it, that is.]

I will certainly keep that in consideration. We can use this place here. It will give you opportunity to see your own flaws and assets to hone and improve response to each.

[The training dummies are an interesting addition as well, though Caim has always found a live target to provide a better challenge. He has to wonder how the benefits of a stationary target compare to the alternative.]

[hoasen]

[She could be serious this time, he would be respected if he is to guide her like a teacher! But in the end, she will refer to him as he prefers. Which means if she knew that he thought this too strange, she may, on occasion, bring it up to tease. So this is how her siblings felt when they teased her. Hmm.

Still, it's as he thought. This here is a training facility to maximise on a person's potential. And she looks over at him while he takes it all in, thinking that this might be one of the few times she's seen something that gives him a spark.

Look at that! She didn't even know she earned her way into his heart (what's left of it), yet. She's just pleased he found somewhere he could utilise.]

That sounds like an excellent plan. [Another eye would definitely help her, and guidance.] I will follow as you say, it is not like I would be able to recognise them without any experience.

[She looks around the place, taking a look at the training dummies.] Are you interested in trying this place out now? I think they would allow us to explore more. [He could try it out here to see if it could withstand his hits, or they look for more equipment.]

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[He did not come particularly prepared for this little excursion of theirs. That is, he isn't carrying his very sub-par sword on him, which may just be a blessing in disguise, as he has no fondness for the blade in the slightest. As such, her invitation does tickle him pink in one fashion or another. Of course he wants to try it out. He'd rather be able to do so with his own sword. Somehow he suspects he's not about to have that just handed to him. He will have to continue to endure swords that are unworthy of him.

He turns his attention onto her and for several moments, does not issue a response. But then:]

If you would prefer. I did not bring anything with me. I had only intended to investigate.

[But it doesn't mean they can't improvise.]

I will leave that decision in your hands.

[He turns his attention onto her patiently, surprisingly so. Were it not for Lunatia, he doubts he would possess that very trait. He has no way of knowing precisely how long that will last, however. It would be a lie to say Caim's rage has been sated, for it is merely quieted. For the moment.]

[hoasen]

[He's right to assume, as even when she trained here in the shooting ranges, they weren't exactly the best of weapons. She has a feeling that anything here would simply be for practice, only for safety reasons, and if one required use of a more powerful weapon, either it would be to bring their own or ask.

Doesn't mean she can't look around either! He's calm, so she appreciates it, and as someone who was investigating, she hopes he is eager to try. It would be worth a go so he'd know what to expect in the future.]

I believe it would be preferable. We can find out of this place is truly to your liking. I am sure they have some weapons available, but it may not be anything sharp.

[With his approval for her to choose for them, she looks around and spots a storeroom close by. He's waiting for her, but she'll do her best to be as fast as possible, so quickly excuses herself to go open it up.]

What kind of sword do you usually use?

[Perhaps whatever they have here could align. She looks at him, just over her shoulder, as she pauses to ask.]

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["...but it may not be anything sharp." A right proper shame, that. Caim doesn't appear to be surprised by such a response. Why would they willingly offer up anything sharp free of charge? The Prismals find the Moonblessed to be practical. It's not as if they'd intend to offer anything easily that might allow their booming Moonblessed population to diminish. Fortunately, he's never expected to find anything other than weaponry to practise with. Which means it won't be anything that lets him show his true potential. All of it will simply hold him back.

But the training would still be a good idea.

Her question plucks him from his thoughts and he moves slowly to join her, though seems careful enough to leave a nice wide berth between them. She may have had no issues taking his arm, but he's an awkward man and doesn't tend to invite the touching if it isn't necessary, regardless of whatever might have been expected of him once upon a time.]

A longsword.

[Although it occurs to him that she may not know enough about swords to even know what that is. Anyone can look at a sword with a long blade and just assume it's a longsword, but that might not necessarily be the case. Hesitating a moment, he decides to move in close to get a better look at what's available to them.]

It is meant for more precision in one's strokes, though a proper show of force at equally proper angle would put it in fair comparison to the strength of a broadsword's blade.

[Although that may be true. Caim's strength in his weaponry is undeniable, though who knows how much that changed in his pact with Angelus, or how it improved. He has no real way of knowing if he continues to be as nigh invincible here as he is in Midgard, but he suspects he'll be putting that to the test eventually.]

For your hands, something smaller may be more practical.

[hoasen]

[It's good reasoning. Because any free offer would mean that they have access to everything they need to rebel as well. Should they find anything unsavoury here.

But then they let them train? How interesting.

She doesn't notice the distance at the moment as she searches for a longsword as requested, her full focus on the task at hand. She listens to his description, on why he would need it, and picks up a sword to show him.]

Would this suffice? [She does have to hold it with two hands, and it truly is long enough that compared to her body, is very big. But for its weight, she doesn't look like she's struggling to hold it. Wielding it? A different story.]

But now I understand why you would prefer it. [If he could hold something mighty enough to go against something much bigger.

As for her, with her strength and speed, she doesn't at all mind anything smaller. It would be easier to wield.]

What would one call a smaller sword, as you say?

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[He watches her reach for the sword and for a moment, he feels a mite amused in observing her. She can't hold it terribly well. It might be for her benefit that they both use the same kind of sword. If she's not really familiar, he can't really expect her to learn much by wielding a sword she can barely hold in hand. Or maybe she's attempting to throw him through a loop. He wouldn't put that past her. Words are such easy little things to say and dangerous things to take at face value.]

Perhaps we should start with something lighter.

[When she asks about smaller swords, he finds that amusement again. No. Maybe she really doesn't know anything about swords at all. He feels like they're going to have a good deal of ground to cover.]

There are a good number of names for swords based on their make, their grip, their hilts, sometimes their pommels, and their blades. There is no simple answer to your question. Although I suspect often when one thinks of a 'smaller sword,' they very likely imagine a 'dagger,' which is also different. Some smaller swords could be referred as 'dirks' or a 'kris.' It is probable that the library here in the town has tomes on such things.

[...Perhaps they will need to make visit. They likely have diagrams, so she might properly see the differences.]