Corvain let the engineer work, he knew what to do with his armor, but the man was well paid to do this type of work. So instead he cleaned and sharpened his sword, and made sure his gun was well taken care of as well. That night he wouldn't get much sleep, and instead stayed up and practiced his magic outside of the town, focusing on his lightning based attacks, quick drawing his gun and firing electrically charged rounds had gotten easy over the years. But his all around mastery was still low, he could only hold a weak stream of lightning for a couple minutes, and anything stronger lacked any sort of range at all. He sighed and sat on a rock looking at the town, he didn't know what he was doing here, yeah he was the finest marksman and second best knight in his kingdom, but compared to the others and their abilities he wasn't much help. He growled and kept at his training, even when dawn broke in the early morning, he was still outside, working on his magical abilities. Hoping that through sheer force of will he'd make some headway.