"Mm, that's a good point! I mean, if you ask the right way then you'll always have people willing to help." This is quite the little puzzle; back in Altea, things were always much more black and white. Enemy, person with enemy who became ally, or ally. The archer's brain is pedalling furiously to try and work out just what the right answer is, but for now he's going to stick with cautious positivity.
Examination complete (and yes, thankfully free of malice), Gordin's rather confident in his choice of hand-to-hand teacher. How can you go wrong with someone who looks like he could punch a wyvern in the face and come out on top? He's about to make some sort of silly little remark about his 'good taste in teachers' or something, but--
"A-- A Captain? Of your own platoon?" Eyes bulging in awe, he dips down into a bow; by Naga, how disrespectful had he been, and to a superior of all people? "I-I'm Gordin, a simple archer of Altea. It's an honour to meet you, Steve...And I can't wait to start training with you!"
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This is quite the little puzzle; back in Altea, things were always much more black and white. Enemy, person with enemy who became ally, or ally. The archer's brain is pedalling furiously to try and work out just what the right answer is, but for now he's going to stick with cautious positivity.
Examination complete (and yes, thankfully free of malice), Gordin's rather confident in his choice of hand-to-hand teacher. How can you go wrong with someone who looks like he could punch a wyvern in the face and come out on top? He's about to make some sort of silly little remark about his 'good taste in teachers' or something, but--
"A-- A Captain? Of your own platoon?" Eyes bulging in awe, he dips down into a bow; by Naga, how disrespectful had he been, and to a superior of all people? "I-I'm Gordin, a simple archer of Altea. It's an honour to meet you, Steve...And I can't wait to start training with you!"