[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Swift_Assassin]

Lennox just stared wide-eyed at the drunk. She just used magic, out in the open, in Lycia. He looked around quickly to see if there were any keepers like Yuri nearby. He didn't see any, so he let out a sigh of relief. He didn't want to be dragged into something he wasn't prepared for, or mentally preparing for. Wratt made a comment about keeping secret magic talents to themselves till they leave port, which was a wise decision regardless. Waving magic around haphazardly regardless of magic's state with the church shouldn't be permitted anyway. "No worrying about me. No magic in my branch of the family."

"As for the cloak. Well, it was supposed to be fashioned into a coat, but I couldn't think of a suitable design at the time. It also has a lining of mail for added protection." Lennox explained. He smirked before his next comment. "I thought about throwing it aside for dramatic flair, but it makes a good improvised distraction when thrown in an opponents face. Especially when a cluster of mail hits them in the head." He remembered the man he did that too back in Santaruz. He couldn't quite recall if he lived or not, but Illya killed them all anyway.

"This is sponsored by the Church? The Preservation of Sanctity church? Hmm..." Lennox wondered how good of an idea this was. He was almost certain they were collecting relics. Now they are trying to destroy the Dragon Gate. What exactly is the Emperor's endgame here? Lennox took a coin out and flipped it. He saw the outcome in his hand and sighed. "Hmph. This sword on my back was forged specifically to be a dragon slayer, to rival the Eight Legendary weapons. Obviously it never had a chance to be used against dragons to test that, but hypothetically if this job goes belly up, I'll get a chance to test that out. I want to make it clear though, no one is to touch that sword. It's...temperamental, to say the least. It's safer that way."