Jennifer: Pretty well. I'd actually run into the group by coincidence; I'd been here before with them and made some friends, who were I came back to visit. *She chuckles* Funny how the multiverse lines things up sometimes, isn't it?
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Jocelyn: I'd definitely be interested in learning some basic defensive fighting, though. *She nods*
Stupid doomed timeline...Igno: I take it you heard of the whole nazi elf thing, then?
Angrmark: -nods to Titania with a smile before pointing at the weapon in Jocelyn's hand and raising a finger, conjuring up the image of a fully armored Jocelyn brandishing the shortsword forming ranks with other soldiers on a battlefield, an image at which Angrmark wags her finger disapprovingly-
-followed by another image of Jocelyn walking through the streets of Whiterun and looking over her shoulder and reaching for the weapon under her coat as she's being followed by some unsavory characters, an image at which Angrmark gives a thumbs up-
Igno: At least they're dumb, so it's not too hard to deal with 'em >.>
Angrmark: -nods gesturing to the other weapons propped against the anvil she's sitting on, quickly conjuring a series of pictures representing our previously defeated soldier being much more successful with such larger weapons-
-She pauses and raises her finger, before extending her arms to the side, an immaterial shortsword appearing in one hand and a mace in the other, leaning to the side towards the mace as if the weight of the weapon pulled her down-
Jennifer: Well, that's something. But someone whose name I forgot once said... "Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups." Something along those lines, anyway.
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Jocelyn: Well, I don't think a larger weapon would do me much good if I can't wield it. Right?
Stupid doomed timeline...

-Well, They don't seem to be from a real language-
-They just look... Magicky, basically-
Igno: Oh, yeah, I know'em!