"Hmm," I hum softly, pulling up images of myself as Jon Snow once more, a longsword in hand, slaying enemies without faces who dared to threaten mine and my friends' safety. Of course, for that to be possible, I would need a few more friends, and some enemies too - the friend part I was keen to acquire, the enemies, not so much.
I lean forward to examine the knife she offers, carefully accepting it, trusting that its edge was sharp and true. I examine it with a clinical eye - I was used to scalpels and scissors, not knives and swords, but as I worked to gain proficiency in those tools, I'm confident I will learn these too. "There were stories told, of great warriors who would slay their enemies with swords made from a special steel," I meet her eyes as her gaze finds mine once again.
"Every boy dreams of becoming a great knight, even if such things no longer exist. I think I would like to have a try at everything - though my landlord might not appreciate such activities within his lodge," I smile as I deftly turn the blade about in my hand, offering her the hilt once more with far less flourish than she did me, but efficient nonetheless.
I lean forward to examine the knife she offers, carefully accepting it, trusting that its edge was sharp and true. I examine it with a clinical eye - I was used to scalpels and scissors, not knives and swords, but as I worked to gain proficiency in those tools, I'm confident I will learn these too. "There were stories told, of great warriors who would slay their enemies with swords made from a special steel," I meet her eyes as her gaze finds mine once again.
"Every boy dreams of becoming a great knight, even if such things no longer exist. I think I would like to have a try at everything - though my landlord might not appreciate such activities within his lodge," I smile as I deftly turn the blade about in my hand, offering her the hilt once more with far less flourish than she did me, but efficient nonetheless.
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