â€œStay here with whom?â€ Kala remarked, wondering just who it was that Kor was referring to in terms of her staying there and speaking with them. â€œThere is no one here, but us,â€ she stated as she followed after him, noting the way he was distracted and focused on something else. Having nothing else to do aside from follow him, she did. As they entered his work shop Kala took a seat off to the side where she would be out of the way. For a brief moment, her mind wondered about the injury he suffered that she had treated. They had not taken the time to check it since they had been in the city and she could not help but be concerned, considering he was now her charge. It was her duty to protect him, even from such a simple thing as an infection.<br/><br/>However, given that he was so busy and preoccupied with making this new<span style="font-style: italic">toy</span>, Kala felt it best to just sit out of the way, to watch and wait. Lucky for her the entire process was rather engaging and it allowed for her to essentially see the master at work. Kor was of some importance and notoriety, or at least that is what she was lead to believe given what she had heard thus far throughout this time with him.<br/><br/>It was fascinating watching the small objects float into the air, being manipulated by his mind with such skill and delicacy, she was rightly envious of the finesse that his mind possessed. Kala's people, while known for their strength and their power, were not known for their gentle touch and what little art and crafts that they crafted were nothing as refined as what she currently witnessed being made. The closest thing that came in comparison to the same level of skill would be the intricate tattoos and tribal markings that her people embraced. A true master of the art could make such images, which such detail that when a warrior fell in battle, they might be skinned if they possessed a particularly fancy tattoo. Their hide proudly displayed in the homes of the ones who brought them down in battle, some of the other races did not care for this kind of tradition, though in true Dragonkin form they did not care about what others thought of them.<br/><br/>With thoughts about what she should possibly get tattooed in the future, Kala drew one of her blades, opting to clean and hone its edge while she sat in the comfortable presence of her charge and mentor.