[Sandalphon turns away with practiced disinterest, his eyes sweeping the room for the material. It doesn't take him long to find his copy, and he stays standing as he pores over the rulebook, sword clutched in his right hand. With every moment that passes, the furrow of his brow deepens.
He's not experienced in the ways of the world—far from it. But this can't possibly be war.]
kyaa . . . me too . . .
He's not experienced in the ways of the world—far from it. But this can't possibly be war.]