Cheerfully, one hand reaching out to pat Jacob with good humour between his shoulder blades. Their mark gives Jacob a clear once over, something assessing and almost mean in his expression. Wen Kexing knows his companion is capable, he's not worried about that, and so he snaps his fan out an easy air, fluttering it lightly.
"Can he fight?" Livius asks, gruff, and Wen Kexing hums thoughtfully.
"Like the devil. But that's not what's so good about him. You have brutes a dozen, I've sent you more than enough. What Master Frye truly excels at is not getting caught. I've heard you've had more than enough difficulty with that lately."
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Cheerfully, one hand reaching out to pat Jacob with good humour between his shoulder blades. Their mark gives Jacob a clear once over, something assessing and almost mean in his expression. Wen Kexing knows his companion is capable, he's not worried about that, and so he snaps his fan out an easy air, fluttering it lightly.
"Can he fight?" Livius asks, gruff, and Wen Kexing hums thoughtfully.
"Like the devil. But that's not what's so good about him. You have brutes a dozen, I've sent you more than enough. What Master Frye truly excels at is not getting caught. I've heard you've had more than enough difficulty with that lately."