It was the work of only a few moments to return with Vivian's requested literature. Hakon had skimmed both of them before, but Vivian was correct in his assessment that they simply did not mean much to a man who was not a Malformist, and one who had very limited experience with nature, to boot. Their relevance to a Master Malformist eluded him, because it was true that they were mostly about the Path, about nature, and about connection. For his part, he checked out a book on the history of thrown projectiles. He'd been meaning to gain some proficiency in its use, but he found the nature of flinging it less satisfying than merely practicing with his mace or his shield, so his skill in this area had lagged behind.
He mostly used his throwing star form as a close range slashing weapon. It made a nasty surprise to opponents who saw his empty hand and assumed they were safe. Conjuring it inside their mouths was also a great way to move in for a kill, but since acquiring Sundering, he had more of a need for immobilizing and disabling his prey than for killing them outright, so it would behoove him to actually learn how to use the weapon how it was intended.
He returned to find Vivian fast asleep. The lad looked peaceful like that, and happy, so Hakon made no attempt to wake him. As his nickname suggested, he really was quite quiet when he needed to be. People didn't expect it because of the height, but Hakon was a man who spent a large amount of time doing physical activity and was therefore intimately acquainted with the contours of capabilities of his body. He put one of his floor cushions at the foot of the bed, and another adjacent to Vivian's feet and set about reading quietly while the Novus napped.
