[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    took a deep breath, and felt himself relax despite the added weight of the gear he’d donned. With his eyes shut for a long moment, he tried to understand why this felt so much more comfortable, so much more…[i]right.[/i] Was it just that he was a hunter and now his weapons and garments suited that newfound nature? Farren’s brow furrowed slightly and he shook his head, no that wasn’t quite it. He drew in another slow breath, running a hand over the scabbard at his left hip, and the butt of the pistol that hung at his from the hook on his right. The feel of the materials somehow took him back, eliciting a feeling of comfort, of preparedness that apparently he was used to.

Farren wasn’t sure what business he’d had in the Workshops of Hunters prior, nor did he know what he’d done when away from them, but it must have been…strenuous, even dangerous. Farren’s azure eyes opened once more and he found Torquil had properly equipped himself as well. He gave the man a smile, [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Good choices,”[/b][/color] he commented, gesturing at the armor…and the axe, [color=#1A1A3B][b]“the axe suits you,”[/b][/color] he added, then Ophelia addressed him, pulling his attention to her.

Farren found his eyes widening as he laid eyes on the otherworldly blade she cradled in her hands. It was a marvel and he stared at the greatsword with naked awe. It took him a moment to register her words proper as a result, but he soon managed to tear his eyes away from the blade and meet her gaze. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“A rune?”[/b][/color] he asked, frowning slightly, searching for any familiarity with the concept…and finding none. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“...to what end? What purpose do they serve?”[/b][/color]