That made sense. Warsman had only just started to stray from his home sectors, resisting the sense of loyalty that had kept him there for the last few months. It was probably misplaced; every part of this city was in trouble at some time or another, even if his usual sectors seemed the more in need as a whole, regardless of the Darkness.

Before he could ask a little more though- what sort of patrols? Like the ones he ran?- Frau's reaction to the question of his scythe caught him off guard. Was it just him, or did he tense up a little? It was hard to say in the dark, and he didn't want to jump to any conclusions- but that didn't stop him from pressing the issue a little more carefully, albeit out of a more general curiosity.

"I didn't see it on you at all at first," Warsman commented, hoping that he didn't sound too prying; he didn't want to antagonise him. "Does it shrink down?"