With an annoyed sigh, Alois spoke up, eyeing the innkeeper with a frown. "As a matter of fact, I have. A few times, actually. And I won't waste your time with the pick. Here," He said smoothly, but with a tone of distinct offense layered beneath his attempts at vocal neutrality. Standing up, he took a few steps back from the counter. Holding his right hand out, he focused his magicka towards his palm. The energy coalesced into a floating, purplish orb in his hand, surrounded with darker aura of the same colour.<br/><br/>Focusing more, the orb grew in size and intensity, until he wrapped his fingers around it and the spell's end result came into fruition. A sword, the outline matching that of a daedric weapon, though the colour was much different from a forged one. A wreathing of ethereal flame surrounded the weapon, the same semi-transparent purple shade the sword had. Casually, Alois flipped the sword around a few times, the aura trailing behind the blade for half a second as it moved through the air. With such an uneducated audience, he felt like the display would be good at shutting the inn's inhabitants up. A bound sword spell wasn't too hard to pull off, to be fair, but the weapon's summoning looked impressive enough to use as a display of skill around those who didn't know a thing about the magical arts.<br/><br/>Turning back towards Sarrina, he rested his free hand on his hip and let the back of the sword's blade rest across his shoulder. "I might not be quite as big as some of these men, but I think a handful of spells more than make up for raw strength," He replied, a sly smile crossing his lips. It was hard not to feel confident with a summoned sword in his grip. "I'm Alois Hawke. Nice to make your acquaintance."