[color=mediumpurple][h3]Grey Onyx[/h3][/color]
Grey chuckled lightly at her comment, gently laying a hand on her shoulder. [color=mediumpurple][b]"Ah, don't be so hard on yourself. Herbamancy is a wonderful school."[/b][/color] He said, smiling. It was truth, he would certainly prefer one of them by his side than whatever the hell had just ruined those suits of armor. He grumbled something about 'a waste of perfectly fine armor', which his employer would no-doubt find amusing.

When he felt the tugging at his axe, his hand shot down to still it, like he had been doing the whole night. What caught him off gaurd was the fact that his hand landed upon something much softer than an axe had any right being. He looked down, to find that Lucilia had been trying to get his attention and it wasn't the possessed weapon throwing a tantrum. [b][color=mediumpurple]"Ah, sorry..."[/color][/b] He said, averting his eye as she asked her question... [b][color=mediumpurple]"Hrm? Oh, right..."[/color][/b] He said quietly, unhooking the bag from his belt and offering it to her. [b][color=mediumpurple]"This is the right one, yes?... Shall I deliver it to him?"[/color][/b] He asked, looking over to where the archmage sat.