Nathan found his eyes drawn to the blue haired girl armor...or rather how bad it was 'geez. That thing barely covers anything. She might as well not be wearing any armor at all' He found the idea that not only did someone think making such armor was a good idea, but that someone also thought that wearing it was also a good idea. Shelving that thought for another time, he climbed up onto Meria's mount, feeling very uncomfortable riding a living creature. As Meria drew her sword and began her speech, Nathan had to repress a sigh; he found it rather irksome when people bragged about their weapons. He much rather put his faith in his strength of body and magic. In fact, the only reason he kept his swords was because they were all he had left of his parents. The only reason he even knew how to use swords was to justify keeping them. "Should...should I just blow them away? It's the most non-lethal way for me to get them out of our way as fast as possible" he asked Meria