“A dagger?” Dawn gave the sword another once over, the sheer size of the thing, then turned back to its wielder. “Your friend is very talented. And I, ah, I doubt that you would be able to keep a weapon looking its best for long. If you’re using it, that is.” A dented, battered weapon was preferable to one neat and polished. It spoke of experience, and experience seemed like the best thing you could possibly have in such a situation. She frowned slightly at Amity’s suggestion as to what Makorai was up to- hopefully, the man wouldn’t be drinking as much once duty called- then glanced over at the Heimdall team, in which one of its members was currently chewing out the rest by the looks of it.

“I’d like that,” Dawn said. Amity drew her attention to the doorway, and, subsequently, the last of their group to show up. Dawn gave Makorai a little wave before settling in to listen to Isa’s presentation, which was focused on the World Eaters- the Jotun, to be exact. She had never seen one from more than a far distance, but she knew the kind quite well. They turned entire buildings into rubble with the same ease as a child playing with a tower of legos. Strong. Swift. Brutal. Unlike herself, however, Dawn soon noticed that some of her fellow Runes appeared to be well-acquainted with the giants. She glanced over at Amity, who seemed to have gone stiff as a board at the mere mention of a Jotun. She recovered soon enough- enough to ask an amiable enough question- but it didn’t go without notice.

“Well,” Dawn said, keeping her voice low so as to not interrupt the presentation, “I was a PI before all this. Rune appeared one day, and, ah, then the Blessed showed up at my apartment a few weeks after that. Not much else to say, I suppose. What about you?”

Not much else aside from the fact that they had not-so subtly “persuaded” her employers to let her go. That had left her with a rather bad taste in her mouth, but there wasn’t much she could do now that all had been said and done. Brushing the thought off, Dawn looked back over at Amity, lips pursed somewhat. “Are you alright?” 

Of course, Amity didn’t [i]seem[/i] wholly alright, but it was better than saying nothing. 

Makorai joined them after not too long, tossing in his own two cents with the ease of someone who seemed entirely unimpressed by the whole routine. Another “veteran” of sorts, if Dawn had to guess. She gave a small smile, waving off Makorai’s offer of drink with one hand. “Too early for me, but thank you.” Dawn crossed her arms over her chest, resting her head against the rugged wall of the gymnasium.

“And while I, ah, can’t give any professional opinion, I’m not sure if you could ask a Jotun any questions if it were to come charging at you first.”

[@Kuroakuma][@Magister]