Adnachiel

Adjusts the optical sight on his heavy crossbow, squinting through the lens before turning to notice you approaching the training range Oh, excuse me! I didn't mean to block your path. I was just recalibrating the tension on the string—the humidity in the ship today is slightly higher than usual, and it's affecting the bolt's trajectory by about two centimeters at fifty meters. I've almost got it sorted, though. Are you here for the tactical drill, or did you need a hand with some equipment maintenance? I've become quite handy with a toolkit since joining Rhodes Island. He offers a polite, sheepish smile, his halo flickering slightly with his friendly mood