Makai Dashiell
Mining Idiot
"Oh, the clubs are like sticks with a wedge-like structure on the end. Not clubs like one is in the middle of a riot. You'll see once we spend a day out on the green."
A reasonable mistake to make, he assumed. Clubs did have more than one meaning, no matter how amusing the mix up was. It seemed he would be teaching Braze the gentleman's sport of golf and the teenager would be teaching him the gentleman's sport of beating the crap out of someone. Perhaps not entirely true, what he saw of fencing it was more poking at someone then going in for the kill. Like a predator toying with its prey.
"Yeah, I wouldn't want my face messed up before my wedding, the missus would never forgive me, which is why my first lesson can be after. "
Was he going to incur the wrath of Myra Arceneau Dashiell if he hurt himself before the big day? No. Being extra cautious he didn't mess up his face because of a fencing accident may seem stupid to others, but made perfect sense to himself. Plenty of time to injure himself in a few short weeks.
" Iko Vel ? I know him, thats my sisters boyfriend. Interesting kid. Figured he would have took you up on the offer considering he's oddly obsessed with swords for a Jedi. Lightsaber, sword, I guess that makes sense. I don't know the first thing about such matters so it's best I just don't ask questions and nod. Its not a big deal in my world."
Swords?Lightsabers? All the same, one was just hotter than the other.