A few quips passed through Gallus' mind in response to Ri'vashi's attitude, but he just kept eating instead and let her change the subject. He seemed to brighten up and straighten in response, no longer looking depressed by leaning his head on his hand.

After a quick snort at the prospect of Ri'vashi trying to wearing armour made for a Breton, he spoke with a smile. "A hammer, actually, and several knives, as many as I can hide on my person. Back when my father tried to teach me how to fight, he emphasised strategy over honour and power in his teachings." Gallus chuckled through his nose, "I don't think he expected me to take his advice quite so closely to heart. I developed my fighting style to beat him by trying to outsmart him, beat his reflexes, hit him while he was out of reach, and not worry about armour quite as much. It turns out to be quite versatile, but...not when your opponent has a keen eye for such things."

Gallus used one of his said knives to cut a portion of his dinner pointedly. "There are very few things that a well placed dagger can't deal with." Gallus quickly ate a slice of meat before asking Ri'vashi. "Is it just swords for you, or other styles?"

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"Huh? No, no," Tzirret said quickly. He glanced down and up, "Tzirret just had training and...other things today." Realising his hesitation, Tzirret took a breath and looked to him more seriously. "Are Peiter and Sabine coming on the march?"

Tzirret perhaps raised his voice a little more than he expected, but at least he was getting to the point.