"so he suffers so greater good can triumph in this realm. *sigh*, i can relate too well..."
*i get out a cloth, freezing it and taking advantage of duncans heat to melt the ice, wetting the cloth. i then use it to thoroughly clean and polish my sword until the sun reflects perfectly on it. i then dry the sword by wiping my hand across it*
"this place doesnt seem to have much activity. i might as well prepare myself so ill be ready when one does come"
*i then hold the sword so it points in the air, reflecting sunlight across the battlefield while i examine it carefully*
"a warrior is nothing without a sword. the material, the shape, how well it fits your fighting style. all that needs to be taken into consideration when making a weapon. it needs to be light enough to carry around, but heavy enough to make a serious impact. sleek enough to travel gently through the air, but rough enough to slice through anything"
*i then sheathe the sword and look at my hands, which have gotten a slight tinge of red from unarmed fighting*
"but the strength of a weapon can only be harnessed by a skilled user. without a warrior, a sword is just a metal stick
"
*i now stop the monologue to watch the training of the unskilled, yet important stranger*
They see me rollin', they better run...