[ASGARD] CONTACT.

[sicarius]

"Parlare. Mi metterò di nouvo voi."

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voice

[affranchise]

I was wondering if there were supplies available to us. An armory, to be more precise. I am in need of a sword.

voice

[sicarius]

Of course. Are you familiar with the warehouse in Heimdall, the one that we attend to?

voice

[affranchise]

Oh. [That was easy. Here she was thinking she'd have to "borrow" Connor's steel.] No, I was not aware of this warehouse.

voice

[sicarius]

It is located towards the south end of the district, where most are run down and not used. This is a building that should have a way in compared to the others around it.

Now, what is your need for a sword, sorella?

voice

[affranchise]

Merci

[Oops but there's a lengthy pause on her end.]

I intend to give some lessons.

voice

[sicarius]

To who? [He doesn't sound stern, just curious.]

voice

[affranchise]

Someone who does not want their skills to rust.

[OMG stop prying Mom!!!]

voice

[sicarius]

[NOPE.]

Do you trust them?

voice

[affranchise]

[screeeeEEEEEEEEEE.]

Yes. They pose no danger whatsoever.

voice

[sicarius]

[A pause.] Va bene. I trust you know what is best to teach for one who is not a part of the Order.

Be careful.

voice

[affranchise]

[... That was it? How... huh. Just like that, Aveline doesn't sound so guarded. She's mostly relieved.]

Thank you. I will.

voice

[sicarius]

You are welcome. [He sounds pleased, before-]

Allora, one more thing. [A beat.] Tell me how well it goes.

voice

[affranchise]

[Of course there's a catch -

Oh.

He did that on purpose.

Aveline shoves her nagging, perpetual distrust and doubt down once again.]

It will be splendid, of course, since I'm the one teaching. [But:] I will.