"My name is Ruvian."
Ruvian took a moment before finally telling his name, partly because the question itself caught him off guard, and partly because he truly could not fathom why Noelle of all people had suddenly decided to drag him into the conversation.
He replayed the last few seconds in his mind, trying to understand why she did that.
Noelle did not seem like the type who enjoyed cornering anyone.
If anything, she looked like someone who instinctively filled awkward gaps before they turned into something uncomfortable.
'That's probably her intention here.'
'How bothersome.'
And even after that, she kept pushing to talk to him. He was really not in the mood for that.
There was no crevice left to slip through now.
'Whatever.'
"Honestly," he said at last, trying to keep his tone level for appearance's sake,
"I'm curious about what happens after choosing our weapons. I doubt any of us can claim to be prodigies who perfectly mastered the weapon we just picked."
