<span style="color: #FF0000">Fenharel heard Tasia's change in tone and the sliding of a dagger from its sheath. He stiffened a bit, but didn't turn around until he had searched the chest's entire contents. Once he did, he nodded towards Simon first, indicating he did want the knif fixed. Then he smiled at Tasia and fingered the blade slung by his waist.<br/><br/>"Sure has been a while, so no worries. I barely recognized you myself, and I'm actually surprised you remember a little shop owner like me."<br/><br/>His smile faded a bit as Tasia took a step closer and asked for his reason to be there, dagger still out. He eyed it for a second before looking back at Tasia, then slowly smiled again.<br/><br/>"You guessed it. Your father sent me."<br/><br/>He flinched slightly as Tasia seemed like she might make a move towards him, and he quickly spoke up again.<br/><br/>"I'm joking Tasia, only joking. Royal blood? Not my thing. Though I don't mind annoying them a bit sometimes. It just so happens that the world is a very small place and I so happen to be travelling in the same place you are. I hear mountain air is good for your endurance, and I've always wanted to see master blacksmiths at work," he added, nodding towards Simon with a grin. "Anyways, why would your father send me? A bit of trouble in paradise?"</span>