<span style="color: #FF0000">Fenharel listened to the exchanges with quiet interest. He couldn't quite get a handle on the local personalities; the blacksmith seemed timid and reserved, whereas the other man seemed gruff and outspoken. The woman, on the other hand, was more of a mystery, but if there was anything that struck him was that beneath her beauty she obviously knew how to take care of herself. <br/><br/>And so when the smith Simon finally said her name, Fenharel couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and cast a sideways glance at her. He had seen Tasia plenty of times before, though when they were both younger and back when he was still living in Upterra. He had always harbored a curiosity about her, whether she was her own person or simply her father's pawn.<br/><br/>Noticing his mouth had been slightly open for the last few seconds, he turned back to Simon and grinned.<br/><br/>"Sorry, didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Didn't expect someone who makes weapons for a living to be scared by them is all. I'll have a look at that chest and let you know if I find anything."<br/><br/>Stooping down to rummage through the assortment of knives, axes, and swords in the dusty chest, he called out to Tasia without looking at her.<br/><br/>"So, planning on heading back to Upterra soon?"</span><br/><br/><br/>Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk