Mayt nodded, and chuckled, looking ahead. "Yeah, maybe we can take a break halfway there and we can both practice a bit? I have trouble with projectiles." To demonstrate, he leans down and picks up a few pebbles from the street, tossing them up one at a time so that they'll plink him in the forehead painlessly. All but one or two he manages to bring to a sudden halt mid air, as after he passed under them they drop. He flinches when the two he fails to stop hit him. "I mean, if I see it coming well off I have a better chance, of course. But eh, no one's perfect." He gives her a wry smiles. "As far as weapons go, if my sword doesn't stop them, that does."

He rolls his neck, looking as they start to head out of town. "I haven't actually seen my birth parents since I was ten, so it was a tad freaky they knew to send me the sword." He admits, seeming nonchalant about it. "I hadn't even sent them a single letter since I was removed from their custody. But eh, I mean, I sent them one after I got the Katana of course. Would be outright rude not to, but, I wish I knew how they knew." He looked at her, hoping for some glimmer of understanding before he starts asking for the guild and such, and he grips his katana's sheath tightly, his knuckles turning white. He looks as if he's afraid he said too much, and she'd reprimand him or something like that, despite her seeming nice before.