She took the stew and took a bite as he asked his question. "I would rather not get on a god's nerves again. last time did not turn out well and it was not easy to undo. it is also nice to not worry about getting attacked and mere mortals are quite fun to hang with." she took another bite of her stew. she could expound but found he would ask if he wanted more on the story. "And I am nothing special just lucky in very unlucky events." she said.

"Would the gods mind you telling your story to me? It seems to me that it would be an interesting story and you've certainly piqued my curiosity." he looked around the tavern briefly, then continued, "I understand if you have places to be, but I'm enjoying myself for the first time in what feels like ages."

"Acily I could care less if the gods were ok with me telling my story. it is mine and not theirs. and as of now i have now where better to be." she said than took another bite of the stew thinking where to start.

"I was raised by a man tell i turned 16, his brother killed him and blamed me. My head first appeared on those posters soon after but i was proven innocent. since then i have wondered about. pirate haven became a place where i felt free from bounty hunters so i made a name for myself there. I freed many slaves and fooled many pirates. I had always outsmarted anyone dumb enough to try to bring me to the lords. after a while i explored the world. the temple library i came across and learned how to use electricity to my advantage. than to the cradle. I was transfixed by a necklace and the god decided to put it on me as a gift. as well as the curse that it was hexed with. I lost all my powers and found myself in the one place i wish i wasn't i was back in Pirate haven." she said than took a sip of her drink.

"I went to the tavern and got me a drink, a man drugged my drink and I awoke in a room full of unsavory things there intent was definitely pain and blood. some girl freed me and got us out of the house. we split and she got cornered. I turned back and fought off the men that were after us. one cut me wich is why i now have a scar. I left the city in search of a way to get rid of the curse. It took a long time then i found myself on a mountain of snow and ice in a forever storm. A god i had befriended found me and brought me in. He eventually got the curse removed. it was not easy but I was glad for it. Not long after i had returned to the pirate den to prove myself and get my name back. destroyed a ship or two and and decided to leave for a place i could sleep without a dagger in my hand. wich brings me to the present."

She started eating her stew and drinking her ale before they became room temperature. her face changed with feeling at each part a smile, a laugh, a frown, and sorrow, was obvious at each part. the last time she told her story was to a god and that was before the curse. She ended happy with a smile and all. 

As Vinsu told her story Malik ate his stew. As he had implied with his comments about her youthful appearance and wondering why she bothered with "mere mortals," he was becoming more and more convinced that the woman across the table from him was something more or other than human. On the one hand, he had dealt with enough inhuman creatures on his travels that he knew to be wary of them, but, on the other hand, sitting this close to, and having a conversation with, a being that he suspected could pose a very direct danger to his person was… thrilling in a way. He idly wondered if she could smell the tension on him despite his careful concealment of it, but decided he would not allow his thoughts to go down that particular rabbit trail. "May I see your dagger?" he asked as she resumed eating.

she reached to her boot and pulled the dagger out and placed it in her had with the handle faced away from her so he could safely grasp it. Her mark was burnt in the middle of both sides of its double sided blade. The mark was a backwards S with a tail and one that every pirate knew and feared. The mark stood for SilverTail, the last name of the man that raised her and his brother that first tried to kill her. She did not notices tension or any of those type of emotions. 

"I got that as i escaped. funny enough it was in the room that changed me in. and i was glad to have got it or my friend may have died." she said as he took it. she than took a sip of her drink and finished off her bowl of stew. 

Malik examined the dagger for a few minutes. "It's very good quality work, I could only barely do better. I could be sharper though." He reached into his backpack and pulled out his whetstone and a small container of oil. "If you would allow me I would be glad to sharpen it for you."

the tip of the dagger was stained red long before she got it but she had done her best at cleaning it and repairing it. "That would be nice of you." she said. she was a bit surprised he did not ask about the symbol in it. It was the only weapon she has ever carried and she had found it useful for many things. she was not surprised that he knew it was dole.

"I guess the pirate that made it put a lot of effort into it. if there is one thing i have learned it is that they are masters at the sword and like them to be of good quality." she said as she watched him sharpen its blade.

Malik applied a small amount of oil to the whetstone, held the blade at the proper angle for sharpening, and began to move the whetstone in circles along the edge of the blade. As he would occasionally stop to wipe the whetstone off, reapply a little oil, and test the edge of the dagger by lightly running it over his palm. He became engrossed in his work, not so much deliberately ignoring those around him as absorbed in what he was doing. When the edge of the weapon was sharp enough to cut quickly and easily, but not so sharp that the edge would fold over the first time it met resistance, he handed the blade back to the woman. "Is that your symbol or someone else's?" he asked.

the sound of the blade and stone rubbing was quite soothing. and she took mental note at what he did so she may be able to do it later if it ever needed it again. once handed the dagger back she felt the blade. she had never felt one so sharp. she than replaced it in her boot. "It is my mark that it holds. the man that raised me had that as his symbol as well as his brother. his brother tried to get me killed after he killed his brother and at his death i started using it. mostly to mark those that try to capture me and fail and to show that my hand took part in something." she said. 

"Would you like a sword with that symbol?" He asked quietly and calmly. "If I o some labor for the local smith I'm sure he would be willing to trade me the metal I need. I would just have to fulfill my agreement with the tavern, wouldn't want to eat and run after all…"