At Wilhelm's observation about magick's properties and how it seems to differ from place to place, Thancred draws up a fist to rest under his chin in thought.

"That does make sense. I imagine the nature of the star that each magick-user hails from informs how it would be wielded there." Hopefully that doesn't mean that Wilhelm is overwhelmed with instructions, some which might even contradict each other.

Practice will help, much like with any other skill.

When the question is turned back around on him, Thancred turns his head, nodding to the hilt of a weapon that pokes up above his shoulder. "Currently I use a gunblade, though prior to that I was quite handy with a pair of knives." That isn't even touching on his true skillset, but he isn't going to announce that he's a spy in the middle of the castle.

He does send Wilhelm a cheeky wink, though. "Among other things."