She moved her hands up and down her bare arms in an effort to warm herself up, the dress she was wearing not doing her any favours, but the story of the sword distracted her just enough that she could withstand both complaining or running for cover in the nearest roofed dwelling.<br/><b>"Blade of light."</b>She murmured.<b>"It's rather poetic. But I suppose that is one of the most striking Elven qualities out there."</b><br/><br/>When he introduced himself, Beve could not help smiling, as though she had just scored a sort of small, personal victory.<br/><b>"Ah, so you do have some understanding of formality. I was beginning to worry that your Elven heritage did not extend past weapon naming conventions."</b>she said, giving Leo's hand a firm shake.<b>"Beve LaRue, daughter of Count Revere of Torden Valley just south of here. LaRue is my adopted name of choice, for a little bit of independence, if you will."</b>She nodded in agreement at his little rant about how tiring titles were. More often than not they tended to get in the way, unless you completely embraced the noble life.<b>"Leo. That's nice and easy."</b><br/><br/>She did not travel. Not a lot, not really at all. For the most part, her travelling had taken place amongst and in-between familiar places in the mountain region she eventually settled down in as a musician. Her experience was rather...nonexistent, when it came to what many might be inclined to call "adventuring".<br/>But Beve had always been spontaneous - her decision-making was always swift and she had not taken a lot of bad turns in her lifetime. Granted, she had lived a mostly sheltered life so there had always been a very small, negligible margin for failure.<br/>While she understood the necessity of both armour and weapon, Beve could not help but wonder how efficient she would be in wielding the latter. She had received some formal training in archery, but had never truly been introduced to any notion of self-defense. She sort of did wish she had right then and there, lest she became a true burden on her newly-acquired travel companion. After all, the roads were not always safe.<br/><br/>As worried as she was, however, there was some dose of excitement forming inside her when she was sent inside with Bamut and it was due to more than just the escape from the cold. If an active smithy was good for anything, it was for providing lots and lots of heat. Beve let out a relaxed sigh as she warmed up and for a moment she almost missed that look that Bamut got when she was up to something or was thinking rather inappropriate thoughts. Beve was glad she caught it in time to brace herself for the nonchalant comments about potential intimacy between herself and her new... well, employer.<br/>But even so, she could feel her cheeks warm up and was convinced that, before long, they had turned a proper shade of red.<br/><b>"Bamut!"</b>Beve called, holding back laughter as she nudged the orc female.<b>"It's only for a month. And hopefully at the end he will be inclined to sponsor my musical endeavours enough that I will no longer be dependent on Dragensild."</b>She looked Bamut in the eye as she relayed the next words slowly:<b>"That. Is. It."</b><br/><br/>The weapons that adorned the inside of the smithy were truly a wonder to behold - Bamut was more than just a pragmatic orc, she had a knack for good, alluring design, too. Every weapon seemed to have its own personality and Beve knew that the orc woman put a lot of herself into every one of her creations. Her speed was also impressive - it was something Bamut had developed over the years to be able to respond timely to the requests that had come pooling in not long after she had set up shop - and it was easy to see why - great weaponry and durability for competitive prices. Bamut was truly as good a businesswoman as she was a master crafter.<br/>When introduced to Aerlinn El - Lullaby - Beve held her breath a little. She had never had a personalised weapon of her own, and certainly not one as striking as the dagger she was being offered. She choked a little and swallowed hard as tears formed in her eyes - perhaps also due to the fact that the dagger was doubling as a parting gift.<br/><br/>Although she knew orcs were not big on displays of affection, the human girl could not keep herself from throwing her arms around Bamut and squeezing her into as tight a hug as she was capable of:<b>"I'm really going to miss you."</b>Beve said, moving back a little to admire her weapon.<b>"This is the single best thing I have ever had."</b><br/>But of course, crass as she was, Bamut was going to simply do away with any emotional moment and Beve could do nothing but scoff defensively:<b>"Future husband? Bamut! I am not that desperate for a man, thank you very much, that I would throw myself in the arms of the first stranger who happens to cross paths with me! Besides, he is rude and arrogant and self-important... those are not particularly good qualities, y'know."<br/>
</b><br/>Beve tapped the tip of the dagger against her chin before her eyes widened and she clapped her hands together, whilst still holding the blade.<b>"What if you joined us?! You always complain about how it sucks you are stuck here season after season. Not to mention, you'd get to purchase a lot of those materials you always talk about bringing back here to experiment with. Would that be a horrible, impractical, absolutely impossible idea to consider?!"</b>