"I do not know if it's the Fade they are attuned to," he admitted. Demons and abominations were similar enough to Ayakashi and Mononoke that they simply worked as they always had, if a bit more erratically.
"Regardless, as you can see, they are quite capable of moving without needing to be held onto," he explained, gesturing to the pair that sat neatly on his shoulder. "And they will make you easy to find, should we become separated." Or at least easy for the Medicine Seller to find them - the scales were bound to him after all, but from his perspective, that was all that mattered.
Most of the time, he would be content to remain ambiguous about the nature of his tools. But that was when he was working alone, or with the occasional foolish charlatan who's experience with spiritual matters was born from superstition. These two were no charlatans and they were far from fools, and even in all his apathy, he was aware enough that there was more at stake in this venture than a handful of mortal lives who probably had it coming anyway.
And Beleth's expression could mean problems later if a weird sword was enough to evoke that kind of tone. So the Medicine Seller offered something he was not very used to giving.
Reassurance
"I am taking it," he affirmed. "There is no cause for alarm. It is not something that can harm you."
Well. It was an attempt. Maybe one day he could even inject something that sounded like sincerity into his voice rather than the constant, slow drone that had all the emotion of a graham cracker.
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"Regardless, as you can see, they are quite capable of moving without needing to be held onto," he explained, gesturing to the pair that sat neatly on his shoulder. "And they will make you easy to find, should we become separated." Or at least easy for the Medicine Seller to find them - the scales were bound to him after all, but from his perspective, that was all that mattered.
Most of the time, he would be content to remain ambiguous about the nature of his tools. But that was when he was working alone, or with the occasional foolish charlatan who's experience with spiritual matters was born from superstition. These two were no charlatans and they were far from fools, and even in all his apathy, he was aware enough that there was more at stake in this venture than a handful of mortal lives who probably had it coming anyway.
And Beleth's expression could mean problems later if a weird sword was enough to evoke that kind of tone. So the Medicine Seller offered something he was not very used to giving.
Reassurance
"I am taking it," he affirmed. "There is no cause for alarm. It is not something that can harm you."
Well. It was an attempt. Maybe one day he could even inject something that sounded like sincerity into his voice rather than the constant, slow drone that had all the emotion of a graham cracker.