[color=f26522]"Damn, how'd I miss that?"[/color] Aeschel rasped his knuckle against his chin in an odd frustrated gesture "I didn't account for positioning..." THough his frustration melted, looking over the girl for the first time, before clasping his hands together. [color=f26522]"You're kind of like a Knight! The cool ones you hear about in folklore. Not the historical accuracy, defending drunk noble sorts"[/color] A quirked eyebrow, 'hmm'ing thoughts. "Do you ride any sort of horse?" He seemed to take a passing offense at the joke, pouting. Though his tone was still happier. [color=f26522]"Hey, my brain is plenty there. Takes up space, lotta storage. It's just... Very situational" [/color]

He coughed into his hand, clearing his throat and giving himself some air. [color=f26522]"My original career path was gonna be dealing with complicated weapons and machines and all that, but... You can see. Huntsman. Yeah. Not that I don't love all that. I mean, if you know how everything fits together and works, you know how to use it efficiently. It's like how we use our bodies. we learn how the limbs and bones work together, so we know which ones to take advantage of"[/color] At the mention of his weapon, he instinctively reached to his back to pat the slim hilt that held the bade in it's folded form. [color=f26522]"Oh, my weapon? It's uh..."[/color] Another awkward cough. [color=f26522]"Abowandadouble-bladedsword"[/color]