002 | Dictated

[hellofist]

So, uh... everyone uses journals, here... But I can't read. Know I'm... missing a lot, like this. So, was wondering... are there teachers, here? Or just... someone who can help?

Can't pay, but can trade. Can teach to fight, hand to hand or... with weapons. Most kinds. Going to gym now, can meet there. Can meet... just to spar, too. Could use... sparring partners.

[The recording stops there, but Cass will be in the gym ready to spar with whoever wants to drop by.]

Comments

[eaglet]

If you would like it to be.

[He's not too sure about something he said being some kind of gem of wisdom, but -- if it helps her, he's glad.]

[hellofist]

It's a good one.

[And once they reach the gym, Cass finally lets go of his hand to turn and face Connor properly.]

What do you... normally fight with?

[eaglet]

[He takes a moment to look around the gym once they're inside. He's never been inside one before!]

My people use war clubs and hatchets. [He motions at the stone tomahawk at his side.] I did not have a club when I was taken to this place.

[hellofist]

You haven't... wished for one, yet?

[She can't imagine why he wouldn't, if it's something he's used to having, something he needs.]

[eaglet]

[He shrugs.] I do not want to wish for anything if it can be helped. I will have to make one for myself instead.