"Speaking to my friend in such a manner is a sign of disrespect to me" Tasia bowed back up at him. "Perhaps a neanderthal like you wasn't taught manners, However-"<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040BF">Suddenly Simon covered Tasia's mouth. "Tasia didn't mean anything by it. Right, We are playing nice Tasia." Simon glared at her.</span><br/><br/>Tasia shoved Simon's hand away "I am most certainly not confused." She glared at Jarl "Perhaps you should learn some manner, especially about how to speak to a lady, and one of high rank at that." Though she was much smaller than he was she didn't back down. She tightened her jaw.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040BF">"Tasia, please let it go." Simon urged her to drop this impending argument. </span><br/><br/>Tasia glared at Simon and then back at Jarl. She rolled her and took a sharp breath "Excuse you." She shoved her way past him and went for her overcoat. She muttered things under her breath. "Perhaps, you don't know how to speak to lady because you have had the pleasure of being with one." Tasia laughed with a condescending tone in her voice.<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #0040BF">"Oh no.." Simon lowered his head. "Tasia, why do you have to be like this when you meet new people.." He stepped to the side. </span><br/><br/>Tasia looked as another person came into the smithy. She narrowed her eyes and tilted her head. he seemed farmiliar but she brushed it off and turned attention back to Jarl. She scoffed at him and sat down on the table nearby crossing her legs.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040BF">Simon looked at Jarl "She is a bit headstrong.. you'll have to excuse her.." He went back to his work quickly. He started on Tasia's designs. He carefully crafted the sword's handle, When done, the handle would have the shape of a horses head. The blade would be medium length and would hook on the end. The other sword longer and more traditional. He looked up as the door opened and a new person came in. He flinched as the sword landed in front of him. "I- uh- i can make something. Thought it'll will take a moment. You are welcome to look in the chest and see if anything suits you?" He gestured to a steam trunk sitting in the corner. It was old and dusty. </span><br/><br/>Tasia laughed "Simon, why are you so nervous."<br/><br/><span style="color: #0040BF">"I don't like knives being thrown at me, Tasia." Simon rebulted aggravated by her obvious question. </span>