The answer Kylar had received from both Padraig and Faith weren't his ideal, nor what he was expecting - but his hopes had been too high. An oath was a big ask, one you give to someone you trust entirely. He wasn't someone the two did, or rightly should trust fully. Not because of who he was, but because of how little they'd spent getting to know one another. In fact, Kylar couldn't claim to know Padraig at all - except from the man was a genius.
Kylar smiled in reply. "Well, I appreciate that, and as I owe Ser Malcolm my life - I see no reason for more than that. As for the bolts, I will happily fund the poison if it helps" he said politely, deciding to leave the conversation there. Something about mentioning Ser Malcolm struck a nerve with Kylar, and he couldn't say what. The man was amazing, and to some extent Kylar was jealous. He wanted to be strong, like Malcolm was. He wanted to be a leader and to reach his goals. As of now, he wasn't doing that. Perhaps when he looked at Malcolm, the man who had saved his life, he saw a goal that was out of reach. But that wasn't going to stop him. Besides, he had to be on high alert for Ser Malcolm after last Trials events.
He shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts. He took the bolt from Padraig with a friendly nod, then looked to the target. He put his foot on the crossbow to hold it down and pulled back the string until it clicked, then loaded the bolt in. It felt no different to a normal bolt, to the point where if he hadn't been told they were altered he would have never known. It was incredible to Kylar, the potential.
"So" he said, then fired the bolt at the target - hitting near enough to the center. "Are your special bolts limited to poison? What if something else came from it?" he asked curiously. Kylar then chuckled, loading another bolt in as Padraig handed it to him. "I'm almost certain you could pull it off, these feel incredible - better than a normal bolt in some way. It may just be in my head though."
The other bolt collided with the target, a little close to the center than the last. He smiled slightly, happy with how he was improving. He then held back from firing, giving Padraig time to analyze the bolt. In the meanwhile, he turned to Faith. "So, why is it every time we cross paths I'm learning something new about my own hobbies? First, you teach me that I'm fighting wrong and that I almost broke my hand, and now I'm learning new things about my weapon of choice" he chuckled, clearly amused by the situation. "Perhaps you're a token of good luck. You did help me after all."
His thoughts fell back to the day before, when Malcolm was attacked. "I hope so" he replied to his own question, looking out to the sparring area. "It would seem we may need good luck in these coming trials."
When Padraig returned, he would turn to the eager two. "Seeing as I don't want to bore you, perhaps Faith can be the one to teach the first lesson - loading the crossbow? From there, aiming isn't all too difficult. Place the crossbow into your shoulder, like this" he said, demonstrating so that they could see the shoulder he meant.
The crossbow was held with both hands, the stock resting against his shoulder. He looked down where the bolt went to see where he should hit, in theory. "Just...hold on tight. Recoil can hurt, can't it?" he asked Faith playfully.
Kylar smiled in reply. "Well, I appreciate that, and as I owe Ser Malcolm my life - I see no reason for more than that. As for the bolts, I will happily fund the poison if it helps" he said politely, deciding to leave the conversation there. Something about mentioning Ser Malcolm struck a nerve with Kylar, and he couldn't say what. The man was amazing, and to some extent Kylar was jealous. He wanted to be strong, like Malcolm was. He wanted to be a leader and to reach his goals. As of now, he wasn't doing that. Perhaps when he looked at Malcolm, the man who had saved his life, he saw a goal that was out of reach. But that wasn't going to stop him. Besides, he had to be on high alert for Ser Malcolm after last Trials events.
He shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts. He took the bolt from Padraig with a friendly nod, then looked to the target. He put his foot on the crossbow to hold it down and pulled back the string until it clicked, then loaded the bolt in. It felt no different to a normal bolt, to the point where if he hadn't been told they were altered he would have never known. It was incredible to Kylar, the potential.
"So" he said, then fired the bolt at the target - hitting near enough to the center. "Are your special bolts limited to poison? What if something else came from it?" he asked curiously. Kylar then chuckled, loading another bolt in as Padraig handed it to him. "I'm almost certain you could pull it off, these feel incredible - better than a normal bolt in some way. It may just be in my head though."
The other bolt collided with the target, a little close to the center than the last. He smiled slightly, happy with how he was improving. He then held back from firing, giving Padraig time to analyze the bolt. In the meanwhile, he turned to Faith. "So, why is it every time we cross paths I'm learning something new about my own hobbies? First, you teach me that I'm fighting wrong and that I almost broke my hand, and now I'm learning new things about my weapon of choice" he chuckled, clearly amused by the situation. "Perhaps you're a token of good luck. You did help me after all."
His thoughts fell back to the day before, when Malcolm was attacked. "I hope so" he replied to his own question, looking out to the sparring area. "It would seem we may need good luck in these coming trials."
When Padraig returned, he would turn to the eager two. "Seeing as I don't want to bore you, perhaps Faith can be the one to teach the first lesson - loading the crossbow? From there, aiming isn't all too difficult. Place the crossbow into your shoulder, like this" he said, demonstrating so that they could see the shoulder he meant.
The crossbow was held with both hands, the stock resting against his shoulder. He looked down where the bolt went to see where he should hit, in theory. "Just...hold on tight. Recoil can hurt, can't it?" he asked Faith playfully.
