( Ah, crap. Can you teach me — he should've seen that coming. He's made it a blanket policy not to train teenagers to hunt. He turned Jesper down back at the start, even despite that kid's insane crackshot talents.
It's a little different, maybe, when he's talking to a monster magnet who inevitably attracts them to him like a honing beacon rather than one who wants to wander out into the desert proactively searching for lethal behemoths. )
No, brotherly love doesn't stop harpies.
( He drags a hand across his face, then lets it flop down onto his thigh again. )
Alright, tell you what. You start taking a class- a real class, somewhere. At the school, or with a tutor, or something, and in exchange... sure, kid. I'll teach you a few things about hunting. Deal?
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It's a little different, maybe, when he's talking to a monster magnet who inevitably attracts them to him like a honing beacon rather than one who wants to wander out into the desert proactively searching for lethal behemoths. )
No, brotherly love doesn't stop harpies.
( He drags a hand across his face, then lets it flop down onto his thigh again. )
Alright, tell you what. You start taking a class- a real class, somewhere. At the school, or with a tutor, or something, and in exchange... sure, kid. I'll teach you a few things about hunting. Deal?