Jono was fairly certain that, after fighting a guerilla war in the mountains of a territory called Glacia, he probably qualified as an expert. But that had been a few years back, in an entirely different body, so he'd at least made a slight nod to common sense and opted to take the intermediate class, instead.

He was even rocking a new scarf today. Because... hell. It was chilly, and the scarf was admittedly pretty cozy. So, there was that.