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<blockquote data-quote="Thomas Hobbes" data-source="post: 1410150" data-attributes="member: 8623">&quot;Sir!&quot;&nbsp; Cromwell salutes with a snap, and then turns.&nbsp; &quot;Follow me.&quot;&nbsp; He leads them at a brisk walk to the armory.&quot;I do not know what arms you are used to using; each of you find something here that fits your preference, and I will do my best to teach you how to use it.&quot;&nbsp; Although he tries to keep an eye on each of them move through the armory, his back is turned as Nathan plays with a sword and knocks over a rack of arms.&nbsp; He tries to remain silent and impassive, but he is not heartened by the start.&nbsp; &quot;Never play with weapons,&quot; he says evenly.&nbsp; &quot;That's the first lesson.&quot;&nbsp; He surveys his 'troops,' looking for someone to aid Nathan with the cleanup.&nbsp; Two are halflings and less than suited to handling the heavy arms and armor.&nbsp; Four are humans, Nathan already on the floor, plus Oscar, Lisa, and Archer.&nbsp; Cromwell opens his mouth to order Oscar and Archer to help, but hesitates a moment, long habit stalling him from ordering around a noble.&nbsp; &quot;Lisa and Archer, help him clean up.&quot;&nbsp; He'll have to get used to take orders from those lower born eventually.&nbsp; Hopefully, I won't have to teach him that lesson.&nbsp; Cromwell is distinctly uncomfortable with the prospect, more out of his own inhibitions than any fear of Oscar's temperament.&nbsp; He helps everyone choose weapons and armor, and then leads them outside to the training ground.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Thomas Hobbes, post: 1410150, member: 8623"] "Sir!" Cromwell salutes with a snap, and then turns. "Follow me." He leads them at a brisk walk to the armory. "I do not know what arms you are used to using; each of you find something here that fits your preference, and I will do my best to teach you how to use it." Although he tries to keep an eye on each of them move through the armory, his back is turned as Nathan plays with a sword and knocks over a rack of arms. He tries to remain silent and impassive, but he is not heartened by the start. "Never play with weapons," he says evenly. "That's the first lesson." He surveys his 'troops,' looking for someone to aid Nathan with the cleanup. Two are halflings and less than suited to handling the heavy arms and armor. Four are humans, Nathan already on the floor, plus Oscar, Lisa, and Archer. Cromwell opens his mouth to order Oscar and Archer to help, but hesitates a moment, long habit stalling him from ordering around a noble. "Lisa and Archer, help him clean up." [i]He'll have to get used to take orders from those lower born eventually. Hopefully, I won't have to teach him that lesson.[/i] Cromwell is distinctly uncomfortable with the prospect, more out of his own inhibitions than any fear of Oscar's temperament. He helps everyone choose weapons and armor, and then leads them outside to the training ground. [/QUOTE]

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