Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20190522145433/@comment-33787399-20190601194802

Jehan narrowed his eyes as he glared at the minotaurs from afar, judging the situation. He furrowed a brow at the mention of crafting poison. A tool for cutthroats and bandits, and one his unseen companion had been familiar with. But he was not about to scold the woman for having the audacity to come up with such a suggestion. In fact, an idea came to mind. One where he could utilize his power and minimize the conflict. Or so he hoped.

After all, he had done so with his unseen companion long ago, and the conversation would no doubt go the same time twice around. Those were simpler days, where the use of it was justified in his viceful endeavours with his former ragtag gang.

He gazed at the ground in front of him for a moment, as if in deep thought-- or perhaps, carefully listening.

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He gave a slight nod at noone in particular, as if agreeing with a suggestion. Which was odd, considering noone but Eivyi had suggested anything of the like. His response would have come off as awfully late either way. He rose his head as he looked at Eivyi. His demeanour shifted. As if the nearby threat had briefly changed it for the better.

"I suggest you make both; the one that paralyzes and the one that harms. I am capable of getting whatever you crafted in their system before they know it."

He thought to himself, as if that made any sense to anyone who didn't understand his mastery with his signature spell.

"That is, with me getting the jump on them. If either one or both are poisoned, that would give us an advantage from the beginning."

He unsheathed, curiously, both his ebony sword and a green glass dagger, of which the blade was jagged. He most likely intended to poison the blades and hurl them at the minotaurs. The dagger seemed to say that much, but what he would do with the sword might puzzle some.