[ Now he knows where they get it from. He ah's softly as she hands them a bunch of weapons to choose from, going around himself to heft each one in turn. It's still awkward with his left hand, but the weight is far better than the tuck for him.
He finally chooses a longsword that feels much like his swords did, balance and weight, and he grunts a little satisfied noise to swing it into the sheathe on his back. Then makes a face and unsheathe it again, throwing Beiwe a look. ]
Sorry. Habit.
[ He looks at what his brother picked and nods, then pauses. ]
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He finally chooses a longsword that feels much like his swords did, balance and weight, and he grunts a little satisfied noise to swing it into the sheathe on his back. Then makes a face and unsheathe it again, throwing Beiwe a look. ]
Sorry. Habit.
[ He looks at what his brother picked and nods, then pauses. ]
You're going to want us going all out, right?