Thomas
"Oh, someone in the family? Who are they?"

*Livio couldn't see this woman on the battlefield, though to be fair, she never said she __was__. Her long hair could be exploited as a weakness, especially if she wasn't wearing a helmet and tie it back. Fortunately for her, a spear didn't require much technique or even strength to be effective; a pointy stick was a pointy stick.*

"Of course, though there are many tales of other weapons as well. Bladesmen, archers, and crossbowmen as well."
David
"My younger sister back there. Her name is Grace Olivia." She replied, and when her name was said, the young girl peeked over from where she was squatted down at and sifting through boxes. She gave a little wave. Kid must've been 11 or 12. Interestingly, the child reflected their father much more than Carlyn did. Navy blue hair with similar golden eyes, and a slightly less tanned skin complexion. Only their mother and Carlyn had brown hair and a slight tan. 

"I don't s'ppose I ever see myself being one of those legends, but none of those legendary tales likely saw themselves ever being in that position in their lifetime. I know how to use my spear, but I'm no *Master*. All of those folks have killed people. I never have. I'm not sure how much I want to, either, but maybe one day I'll have to."
A glance was given back to her family. Maybe she was thinking about them — about how her father possibly had killed people in self defense, or what her sister would think about her if she ended the life of a stray bandit. Such thoughts were pretty vile, and she warded them off in a few seconds.

"I want to protect people with my spear, not kill them. Use my power of my voice when I can, and only use aggression if it can't be helped."

It made sense that Carlyn was somewhat of a pacifist, only using her weapon as a last resort. Her words and demeanour likely meant she was quick to bring an opponent's guard down just by talking to them. A talker, not a fighter, but one who was still capable of it regardless.
Thomas
"Ah, that's a cute name!"

*Livio waved back, remembering his own old name, which was similar in its own ways. It seemed that unusual hair color seemed to be prevalent in the population; Livio's own white hair often stood out, but it was normal among this Kemonomimi family.*

"The day you kill a person is the day you change forever. Keep using your voice if you can."

*Livio himself remembered the first time he had killed another man. It was an enemy infantryman on the battlefield, taken out with a crossbow bolt to the chest. Alas, it was at a difference; far more different than melee combat. Though he had experience in that as well, and the mercenary had become accustomed to them.*

"You're lucky to have such a good family. I'd certainly try my best to protect them. Just remember that harmless people make good targets; good people should be able to defend themselves, and others."
David
"She would thank you if she were up here." Carlyn said with a smile.

When the conversation looped back around to her killing people, or just the overall tone of death, her smile faded and she just gave a quiet nod. For as long as she could, she was going to fight people not to kill, but to protect and furthermore win. But above that, she wanted not to partake in the fighting if she could help it. Her plethora of linguistics made her capable of vocalizing her thoughts to almost anyone, and it was hard not to fall for her charming personality and looks. Though, she knew that one day, it would come to slaughter. It was just means to an end.

She shook those thoughts off again, and said, "In all my power, I will defend my family and the weak with my entire life. I need to get stronger, but I will still try now with my heart and soul."
Thomas
"Ah, don't fret too much! You can always try and use the blunt end of the spear so you don't skewer them. Or bash them in with the shield instead."

*Livio rolls the gold coin over his fingers before placing it on the counter. Realizing that 9 silver wouldn't buy much, he decided to might as well get another melee weapon, just in case.*

"You're doing a great service here, both with defending your family and helping them run their business. Speaking on the topic of that, I think your words have persuaded me to buy a little more. Got any axes?"
David
"Thank you. It's humble work, and what I've been doing my whole life. I'm glad people appreciate our work." Carlyn said, a little flustered of the kind comment. It wasn't often that merchants were applauded for being *Merchants*, most people just viewed them as essentials to their life while taking it for granted. Although that was cute short when he asked about axes, and she seemed to beam a little bit.

"Yeah! We've got quite a few - throwing axes, greataxes, handaxes. All sorts of stuff meant for combat. They're a bit pricier than a little dinky dagger, but what are you looking for in particular?"
Thomas
"People tend to overlook the basic things in life. Take it for granted. I still remember the normal life; I cherish it now, looking back."

"I'm looking for a battleaxe. Sharp, not made for woodcutting, though I want to be able to just in case. One handed. Let's go for... Somewhat hooked, not bearded. Nothing on the other end."

*The man in front of Carlyn was describing an axe as one would order a custom made suit for a formal event. Clearly, he knew his way around weapons; any normal person would have simply asked for 'a one handed axe.'*

"Oh, and relatively small. I like to keep a low profile."
David
She hummed for a minute, giving a hand and turning around.
Carlyn called to her sister, speaking in what some foreign language- likely, Runra's native tongue considering they were Kemono. The two went back and forth for a brief moment before the child came back with an axe. It wasn't perfectly what Livio had described, but it was close. It was a steel handaxe meant for a person of average size. A bit on the heavy side, although that was to be expected with most axes since they were weapons not meant for finnese, but for powerful chopping swings. It had a fine wooden grip wrapped in crossed leather. 

"It's a bit bigger than... Small, but it's a handaxe nonetheless," The Dog explained while the kid set it on the counter and looked up proudly like she had made it herself. Of course, it was clear she hadn't, but even a child could be proud about supporting the business.
"It'll serve you well for 40 silver, but I've taken a liking to you, so we can settle for 30. It's still not much, our weapons are meant for lasting and efficiency, nothing fancy so they don't cost a huge amount, but I promise it won't let you down."