It was difficult to tell what Edgar was drawing while he drew it, and so Guy gave up after a few seconds had passed, deciding to focus on the conversation for now. He was sure he'd get to see the sketch once it had been finished, and he was just going to have to employ some patience in the meantime.

"I'm pretty sure that some of the clubs here work to help those without combat training to get some help," he remarked, wanting to assuage some of the man's worries. At the same time, he could see where Edgar was coming from, and the fact that the man was so dedicated to helping out even those who he didn't know really spoke for his character. "I know what you mean, though. This place is bad enough for someone who knows how to use a sword. For those who don't..."

But Edgar seemed completely confident in his ability to take charge, almost as if he had some experience with all this. Which was completely possible, Guy realized. Maybe he'd saved his world, just as he'd helped Luke to save theirs. However, that train of thought was derailed when the man asked him a question. "Lawnmower...?" He'd been to the shed on the recreational field, but not the one in the courtyard. He didn't have a frame of reference. "I can't say I do... what is it?"