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In reply to GM (msg #1):

At some point during the journey on the Horn, Wraith and Kolarios discussed the gentle art of swordplay.  As inebriation set in, and words began slur and blend together, the discussion devolved into a maudlin stew of half-baked reminiscences, crying jags, and one-uppings.

It was decided, however, that Wraith would learn the gentle art of swordplay, and all the ancillary skills that the Zandir insisted pertain to the art he has so assiduously cultivated.  Since drinking and carousing seem to be the requisite skills, Wraith is excited, for he has cultivated those twin vices as doggedly as a gardener.  It seems that airmen and swordsmen have a few things in common.

”Tish troo,” slurred the Zandir. ”But you cansh furget the mosh important shing! Shtyle! Pana… Pan… Pa… Panache!” He stumbled to his feet and took a moment to catch his tongue as it flopped like a Moonfish awaiting a Quan’s attentions. Once he had wrestled it to his will, he looked severely at the airman and whipped his sword from the sheath. ”It is not just the blade that makes the swordsman. All Zandir know this, all outlanders know only the vulgar cut and chop.” His demonstration was endangering the furniture and he reeled it back a notch. ”No, it is in the very essence of your approach to the blade. It is your lover, your mistress, your forbidden fruit and such must be handled with care, attention and constant flattery of self. That is where you must distinguish yourself…” He looked at the airman and sniffed, sheathing his sword in a sober flash. ”We sshall begin your edumucashun thus… you must divesh yourself of these plain and dull closhs… cloths.” His slur was becoming more apparent with his blade back on his hip. ”More colorsh, more pa… pa… you knows it. Right?”

In reply to Kolarios Viramos (msg #3):

Wraith removes his heavy airman's cape and ties a sash around his head.  "How's this?" he says, swaying as if brushed by wind.  "I feel more like a sword already."

J'landria watches the exchange with interest and amusement.  As Wraith begins to sway her ear twitches and she smirks.