"It certainly isn't." Elizabeth answered Wiser with a triumphant smirk that seemed to say "Now it is." in response to Veilis defensive comment. After taking in the weapon for a long moment, she finally scrutinized its carrier properly. Despite giving in to Weisers logic, he made for a promising subject, she thought. People like this don't just stop violating the rules, no matter how much they endeavored. It's something you're born with, she was convinced. Something that makes you attract disaster like a magnet. On top of all, this one looked well able to hit back, a welcome change from all the spineless magic addicts.

She directed a friendly nod to the Headmaster, both serving as a late greeting and implying that she can take it from here, assuming the old man had more pressing matters to deal with, before turning her full attention back to the suspicious looking sword-bearer. While he was of course right about her being a part-time guard, she looked nothing like it. Far from it. A long-sleeved, worn out cloth shirt that used to have more than one arm before the right one got ripped off in an 'accident' already destroyed that illusion, as did two metallic objects piercing her left ear and a nose stud testifying that she spent [i]way[/i] too much time in a certain tower.
"So..." she began in her sweetest, most obviously fake tone, "...how can I be of service? Do you need help carrying that?". Lizz looked eager to get her hands on the blade in question, a little too eager, ulterior motives written clearly across her face. She had a long history of 'relationships' with swords, but none of them lasted very long...for one reason or another.