When Magnus approached, Avis glanced up, blinking at the weapon in his hand. She remembered looking at it in his shop- that felt like ages ago, even though it had only been this morning. It was a beautiful weapon, if useless in combat. “Hey, thanks,” she said. “I mean, you don’t have to do that…”  She scratched the back of her head nervously. Why was she so awkward around this guy? “It’s a beautiful weapon,” she added. “Thank you.” Gingerly, she took it from him, smiling down at the hilt as it passed hands.<br/><br/>When Othin approached, Avis frowned. She would’ve liked to have kept talking to Magnus, but she kept quiet and listened to their conversation. The Jotun gave her the creeps, as judgmental as that may be. Her father had always taught her to trust her gut and her gut was saying this guy was bad news. However, Magnus seemed to be in charge of this whole excursion, so she couldn’t exactly tell the guy to beat it if Magnus wanted him around. She’d just have to keep her eye on him. She took another drink from her mug as she scanned the bar.