"I don't know," Huaisang confesses, with a little shrug. "I don't want anything destroyed or burned. The records on what you can do are unclear at best--they indicated that you were the guardian of some weapon, when it seems that you are the weapon."

He'd been quiet while the other servants were in the room, some of the soft, shy nerves returning to him like the initial fright he'd shown with Dieke. But once they're alone again, except for the original attendant he had with him, Huaisang seems more confident and collected, his fear mostly having faded by now. "I have an army, I have defenses." He gestures the chopsticks in the general direction of the balcony. Dieke will have seen the massive walls around the city, covering the sides of the city not protected by steep cliffs. It could withstand years worth of siege. "I'm not interested in starting any wars. I might be interested in scaring the shit out of someone, though."