"Are there… any special arrangements that can be made regarding the repair of damaged Armaments?" Kael's voice cut cleanly through the murmurs of the surrounding students to reach Ezekiel's ear — the implication behind his words enough to make those same students rein in the exclamations rising in their throats.
Grasping the underlying meaning, they all turned their attention to Ezekiel's carefree expression, his smile growing more and more luminous by the second.
What made it all the more interesting was that Kael — a scion emerging from a family built on martial tradition — had approached the situation from that angle at all, making it plainly evident that he was not to be confused with the stereotypical muscle-headed warriors the Basalt name occasionally conjured.
