I don't think any of us resemble a bed of roses. [ Lockwood observes, but after a deep breath he slowly relaxes his stance and allows the tip of his rapier to slide off to the side.
The blade doesn't completely lower and the youth's bean pole like form remains coiled, prepared to take defenses actions if attacked. But his expression suggests he is more than satisfied that the man across from him is living not dead.
Hopefully Lockwood projects the same level of live-ness. ]
Hazard of the work. [ He offers, giving a pointed sniff in the direction of his muck and wet covered clothing. ]
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The blade doesn't completely lower and the youth's bean pole like form remains coiled, prepared to take defenses actions if attacked. But his expression suggests he is more than satisfied that the man across from him is living not dead.
Hopefully Lockwood projects the same level of live-ness. ]
Hazard of the work. [ He offers, giving a pointed sniff in the direction of his muck and wet covered clothing. ]