He sits quietly as she speaks of using talents against those who would use such "crude" weaponry as blades in battle in this age. He seemed unphased by it. He expected such a reaction but he would speak his piece. He shook his head as he slowly took the blade form her paws, setting it back upon its stand on the shelf.<br/><br/>"We gather our metals in trade with the Hyane. We keep other tribes from their territory in exchange for their materials. their village lies deep within a cavern to the east, a cavern within which they mine heavily deep into the earth" he explained as he situation the sheath and blade to sit more aesthetically on his shelf.<br/><br/>He watched her explanation of using talents to escape the blade and posed the simple question:<br/><br/>"what if the blade were used for a medium by another with magick.." he muttered, eyeing her as she crossed the room away form him. "Someone with magick that rivaled your own or could possibly use your own against you...Using that magick to enter the same realm as you and strike you with such a blade on a plane where you are made an equal...