[Firifale has mixed feelings, which is not something he's used to having. On one hand, new places! He's seen a ship before and it was exciting, but full of rooms they wouldn't let him see. Telling him he has to look everywhere? You may as well give him the key to Heaven's gates.
On the other hand, he's not entirely sure about all this complicated Exaclan system that people keep bringing up and-- this part is important-- this glove feels funny. He keeps putting it on, picking at it, and taking it off. Lather rinse repeat.
In the end he's pacing around the room, removing and replacing the glove, muttering to himself, and looking vaguely concerned and baffled.]
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On the other hand, he's not entirely sure about all this complicated Exaclan system that people keep bringing up and-- this part is important-- this glove feels funny. He keeps putting it on, picking at it, and taking it off. Lather rinse repeat.
In the end he's pacing around the room, removing and replacing the glove, muttering to himself, and looking vaguely concerned and baffled.]
Weapon, weapon, weapon...