"I tend to try to stay away from physical fighting," he makes a little gesture with his hand upright in explanation, water curling like smoke between his fingers for a moment before vanishing, "When I can help it, anyway," he can't help the way either his mouth or his tone curls around the words, "I had a good teacher, for basic sparring, but I still prefer magic, when I can."

"Though, come to think of it, I tend to lose my clothes a fair amount doing that too, no thanks to some people...," that's not really intended for Azwel to hear, but he doesn't try to keep it from him, exactly either.

"Do you know of such an inn?" he adds, louder, then does that grin again, "I might be about to make some ill-conceived plans."