"It looks heavy. I wonder if it can stop a bullet. When I went and saw the demonstration it looked so thin I didn't think it could even hold back birdshot."
Bayard entirely misses the innuendo, and just stares at Tabris like she's lost her mind, with confusion and more than a little bit of concern. Perhaps she's gone hysterical; he's heard that that's the sort of thing that happens to women when they're separated from their husbands and not strong enough to take up the mantle of a war widow. They have fits and wilt like flowers in dry heat.
Unsure what to do, he continues with logic, hoping something calm and rational will cut through her strange female woes.
"Can't be. It's got no handle and you couldn't get your fist around the bottom. Besides, it doesn't look like any sort of sabre I've ever seen." Granted, the only sabres Bayard's seen have been the ones hanging from the sides of soldiers, most of them in sheaths or scabbards and looking anything but impressive as they dangle solemnly alongside blue-clad thighs.
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Bayard entirely misses the innuendo, and just stares at Tabris like she's lost her mind, with confusion and more than a little bit of concern. Perhaps she's gone hysterical; he's heard that that's the sort of thing that happens to women when they're separated from their husbands and not strong enough to take up the mantle of a war widow. They have fits and wilt like flowers in dry heat.
Unsure what to do, he continues with logic, hoping something calm and rational will cut through her strange female woes.
"Can't be. It's got no handle and you couldn't get your fist around the bottom. Besides, it doesn't look like any sort of sabre I've ever seen." Granted, the only sabres Bayard's seen have been the ones hanging from the sides of soldiers, most of them in sheaths or scabbards and looking anything but impressive as they dangle solemnly alongside blue-clad thighs.