Joseph
Naasira handed him the other two and then took a seat as well. "In my clan we make, and when we pass we melt." She pointed at the dagger. The woman smirked. "My father would still melt if did no like work. You will no see bad work." Her family had too much pride, anything less then perfection was unacceptable.
Richard
"And so I haven't. All perfect, as you've said. Did you make the swords that posses the same perfection as these other swords as well?"
John
_Almann waits for her response. He could still hear the swords, their voices fluctuating and sounding off even louder when their owner swelled with pride. He could hear it. This was a good thing, these swords were happy with their owner, and well maintained. Weaponry and equipment that mourn are hard to listen to. But Almann had to resist the urge to bow to these pieces of work and their pompadour.

He starts to walk away._
Richard
"Thanks for the products nonetheless, it was good meeting you Naasira Shadya..."