She had never thought of having a sword. and being offered one specially made sounded nice. It would for sure do more damage than the dagger if it was needed. "Actually meals on me." she said and pulled out a few coins and placed them on the table. "That is a generous offer but are you sure you want your handy work to be worn and used by one such as me?" she said knowing that being associated with her also had its drawbacks. she drank the last of the ale and knew their conversation was drawing to an end.

she looked back at the entrance as she heard the doors open. she readjusted her hood and looked back at the table. he had not seen her yet and had took a seat at the bar. she was not quite up for a fight yet and would likely not play around with him before sending the electricity threw him. she drew away from her thoughts and back at her new friend.

He waved away her concerns. "If even half of what your saying is true, and you have given me no reason to believe it is not, you will bring more honor to my work than any of my previous customers will even have the chance to." He noted her somewhat nervous behavior and glanced towards the door. He saw the man come in and sit down at the bar. He turned towards Vinsue and quietly asked "is he a problem?"

"In that case a new sword would be greatly appreciated." she said then again looked at the man and quickly away. "He is a bit upset at me for destroying one of his ships a week ago and could try something but he will not be much of a problem. I have dealt with stronger and more. just not in the mode to fight quite yet." she said and was glad that the man stayed to himself. it had been a while since she had left the bar without a fight and would not mind it. 

"I thank you for the meal." he stood and held out his had towards her. "I would be honored to escort you to the smithy." He said. Once he had placed her hand in the crook of his left elbow he began to walk her out of the tavern….

the smith was a real gentleman. she knew there were so few and was glad to have met him. She was glad the man had not noticed them leaving. the town was nice in the midday sun. it felt so different to be led rather than to be the lead but she did not complain. she would soon have a new sword. one specially made for her with her mark in it and everything. 

the town past the docks and taverns were still quite new to her and she looked around and took note of the looks and ways they went. "So you have been in the business your whole life? i would guess you get to see very interesting people and hear some rather intriguing stories?" she said. it was her turn to ask questans though she had so few and was bad at coming up with them.

"Not as much as you would think," he responded as he walked towards the smithy, "The master Smith did most of the customer interaction." He paused for a few seconds as he searched his memories for something she would find interesting. "I remember one time a noble decided he would 'honor' the shop by coming himself rather than sending a servant like he normally did." As he spoke his smile grew wider and wider at the memory. "This particular nobleman was the foppish sort, the kind that went out of his way to avoid discomfort or danger, which is why he felt it such a great honor to us that he come to the shop. The man was so pompous and oafish that the master smith nearly threw him out of the shop!" He said as he broke into a brief period of laughter….

She smiled at his laugh. "I bet it was funner in person" she said. "I take it you liked your job at that place?" she looked around as it is her habit to do and was relieved to know she was not being tracked. she than returned her attention to Malik. Noblemen often had a better than you attitude and a lack of street smarts that made them easy to anger or make look dumb. truthfully she felt bad for tham at time though at times she is more than happy to let them know their place in her mist. 

"It is, and was, hard work, but it is my passion." he said. "I love the process of taking metal, or even raw ore, and shaping it into something else. It is what I imagine creation felt like to the gods, except that I am dependent on my materials. It matters little what I am making, a farmer's plow, a nobleman's sword, a workman's hammer and chisel or a soldier's shield, so long as I am giving shape and form to something that will be valued by another." Here he paused, realizing that he had been speaking a about his craftsmanship in an almost worshipful tone. "Sorry, I know I can get a little caught up when I speak of my craft…."

She had not reaised that they do more than make weapons but it did make sense that a smith would. she was not good at making stuff. she can destroy with her breath or claws but when it came to creating it almost always fails. "I can understand why you take so much pride in it. i can not create to save my life. so im glad my life does not depend on that as much as it does wisdom and strength." 

"Would you like to create? he said. "if you want you can help me make your sword, put a bit of yourself into the weapon." As he finished talking they arrived at the smithy. "Think about it for a minute while I talk to the smith." As he spoke to her he released her hand and entered the smithy. If she continued to watch him she would see him approach the master smith and speak quietly to him for about a minute. He returned to her and gestured to her to fallow him. "What do you think?"