...So just in case you can't get your hands on a good weapon you can lend one my swords." William said, offering a treaty and resolution.
Claire stared at William, burying her feelings on the matter. Though she did not enjoy his presence in the least - he being a constant reminder of both the worst kind of commander and her own intolerable weakness - she was forced to admit that he was the groups commanding officer, he had won their duel for right of action in regards to the matter of duty, and if nothing else, a constant argument would only serve to distract from her duty. That said, she would not accept unneeded charity unless she had no other choice - such charity was to be saved for the people truly in need. As such, she decided upon accepting the olive branch, though rebuking the offer of a blade.
"Thank you for the offer commander, but I am trained in fencing; your short stout blades are precisely the type of blade I have no measure of skill in. Such a blade would be as useful to me in combat as a shovel, and the later at least has the prerequisite length. So, unless you happen to have a rapier stored away somewhere, I fear I must inquire inside the shop. None the less, I wish to impress upon you that it is a most gracious offer, Commander." she said, striking a formal military stance. She had accepted his peace offering, though her face betrayed her lack of real forgiveness by its emotionless state throughout the conversation, this conclusion aided and confirmed by her insistence on formal address.
Claire stared at William, burying her feelings on the matter. Though she did not enjoy his presence in the least - he being a constant reminder of both the worst kind of commander and her own intolerable weakness - she was forced to admit that he was the groups commanding officer, he had won their duel for right of action in regards to the matter of duty, and if nothing else, a constant argument would only serve to distract from her duty. That said, she would not accept unneeded charity unless she had no other choice - such charity was to be saved for the people truly in need. As such, she decided upon accepting the olive branch, though rebuking the offer of a blade.
"Thank you for the offer commander, but I am trained in fencing; your short stout blades are precisely the type of blade I have no measure of skill in. Such a blade would be as useful to me in combat as a shovel, and the later at least has the prerequisite length. So, unless you happen to have a rapier stored away somewhere, I fear I must inquire inside the shop. None the less, I wish to impress upon you that it is a most gracious offer, Commander." she said, striking a formal military stance. She had accepted his peace offering, though her face betrayed her lack of real forgiveness by its emotionless state throughout the conversation, this conclusion aided and confirmed by her insistence on formal address.
I have no idea why I'm going with such an over the top 1800's English gentleman style, but it's proving to be quiet fun... and difficult to escape even in OOC