Cole watched Kryschenn’s demonstration with sustained interest. Would it really have looked so ridiculous if it happened at a time when it really matters? He thought it was a bit silly but it provided a momentary distraction from his concerns as he found himself subduing a bit of laughter at her display. But as she acted out her scene Cole caught sight of something at her back as she lifted the tartan cape around her, a broken rod noticeably sticking out of the back of her belt. As Kryschenn finished her rather dramatic portrayal of the option the Mentalist suggested as an alternative to psi-blasting her, she thanked him again for alerting her to the reality of her ‘berserker’ persona. He hoped she could learn to manage it better.
Kryschenn gestured in the direction they had been heading before the argument had nearly broken out. "Shall we go on?"
“Sure,” Cole replied with an amused smile as they continued their long walk to the others at the base of the mountains. He was interested by the object she carried on her belt, unsure of what it was or why she felt it was worth taking along with her hidden underneath her cape. As the walked together Cole was silent as the ideas circling what it could be abounded. This kept up until his curiosity got the better of him less than a minute later. “Anyway,” he said breaking the momentary silence between them, “what was that item you were carrying on the back of your belt? I saw it when you turned your back to me while you were pretending to be restrained by your cape. And let me say that that was the only thing I was looking at when you turned your back to me. Honest.”
